I don't believe it is in the state's interest to industrialize our ridge lines..
Those things interest me a lot in songwriting - the human nature of how people think, and the muck that we wind up in..
Sun on my shoulders and the wind at my back, bound and determined to get back on track to where the heart is..where it's been all along..
Golf and women are a lot alike. You know you are not going to wind up with anything but grief, but you can't resist the impulse..
Winds wanders, and dews drip earthward; Rains fall, suns rise and set; Earth whirls, and all but to prosper A poor little violet..
I basically don't think that the way we do things is that dependent on one resource, such as oil. There can be different kinds of engines for cars. I….
The films of The Caine Mutiny and Marjorie Morningstar always seemed to me mere thin skims of the story lines, and I never did see a meager Hollywood….
All deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea, while the wildest winds of heaven and ear….
Land surveyors start as employees, and move up to partnership in a firm or to ownership of their own enterprise if they wish. Some wind up working fo….
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unex….
I think I've still got a bit of a sado-masochistic streak in me, because if I'm not going to be restricted by corsets and covered in lace, then I sti….
I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind. It was a secret wanting, like a song I….
The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a good man pervades every place..
Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown on the cold wind..
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t'have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, An….
A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water..
I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go..
I sat on the hill, the wind whispering through the long grass that surrounded me. I stared at the stars and wanted more than what I was and more than….
I know nothing that can so comfort the soul, so calm the swelling billows of grief and sorrow, so speak peace to the winds of trial, as a devout musi….
Don’t ever leave me again,” I said in a tiny voice. I won’t,” he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. “I won’t. Not ever.” And just lik….
Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their gray coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braide….