Curling Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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it-was-funny-to-see-if-you-were-to-ask-me-if-i-had-ever-seen-that-at-curling-id-say-no-pete-fenson
when-i-cannot-see-words-curling-like-rings-smoke-round-me-i-am-in-darknessi-am-nothing-virginia-woolf
i-was-embarrassed-i-could-feel-my-nerves-curling-like-bacon-over-hot-fire-margaret-halsey
when-i-was-in-baseball-you-went-into-clubhouse-you-didnt-see-ball-players-with-curling-irons-red-barber
i-also-said-men-are-like-curling-irons-they-never-get-out-your-hair-and-they-are-like-government-bonds-they-take-long-to-mature-kabir-bedi
for-me-theres-nothing-better-than-curling-up-in-my-favorite-blanket-on-cloudy-rainy-day-just-knit-especially-in-front-fireplace-magdalena-neuner
we-broke-into-laughter-kind-thats-your-only-recourse-when-you-feel-like-curling-up-in-fetal-position-whimpering-like-little-girl-ma-george
curling-is-not-sport-i-called-my-grandmother-told-her-she-could-win-gold-medal-because-they-have-dusting-in-olympics-now-charles-barkley
curling-leaves-twining-branches-outside-my-bay-window-look-like-van-gogh-in-starlight-there-is-river-out-there-somewhere-jeffrey-rasley
oh-im-glad-we-know-what-its-called-thats-great-help-snarled-ron-leaning-back-trying-to-stop-plant-from-curling-around-his-neck-j-k-rowling
you-you-you-your-eyes-thick-as-high-school-scrapbook-crackling-yellow-curling-at-edges-book-myths-in-which-i-do-not-appear-clint-catalyst
im-actually-low-maintenance-when-it-comes-to-my-hair-its-naturally-stickstraight-but-i-do-like-to-use-curling-iron-to-give-my-locks-some-life-laura-osnes
i-love-wearing-my-hair-curly-but-turning-curling-iron-all-way-up-creates-curls-that-look-really-made-up-artificial-camila-alves
ive-heard-expression-climbing-walls-but-i-never-thought-id-experience-it-let-alone-like-that-she-murmured-her-mouth-curling-into-what-was-probably-jeaniene-frost
even-in-depths-sleep-in-which-he-had-to-satisfy-his-need-for-protection-love-by-curling-himself-up-into-trembling-ball-he-could-not-rid-himself-bruno-schulz
this-world-is-half-devils-my-own-daft-with-drug-thats-smoking-in-girl-curling-round-bud-that-forks-her-eye-dylan-thomas
theres-no-place-you-can-go-on-prairie-that-you-dont-hear-white-noise-wind-steady-rough-as-surf-curling-along-nonexistant-shore-diane-ackerman
oh-good-interrupted-snape-his-lip-curling-yes-it-is-easy-to-see-that-nearly-six-years-magical-education-have-not-been-wasted-on-you-potter-ghosts-are-transparent-jk-rowling
see-him-gentle-bible-beast-with-lacquered-hoofs-curling-mane-his-wondering-journey-from-east-half-done-between-rock-plain-edwin-muir
what-makes-me-happy-is-just-curling-up-in-with-my-mom-in-her-bed-watching-marathon-csi-greys-anatomy-episodes-with-pints-ice-cream-taylor-swift
she-spoke-with-usual-cadences-young-sentences-curling-upward-at-end-all-statements-fading-into-smoky-implied-question-mark-as-though-nothing-could-be-said-with-any-reasonable-cer
there-will-be-rusty-gun-on-wall-sweetheartthe-rifle-grooves-curling-with-flakes-rusta-spider-will-make-silver-string-nest-in-darkest-carl-sandburg
she-i-have-been-curling-together-for-more-than-15-years-its-not-new-were-best-friends-we-know-each-other-well-on-ice-off-its-special-for-our-family-to-see-sisters-on-ice-together
the-joyous-clamor-in-my-mind-drowned-out-strange-sound-outside-car-humming-noise-that-was-gathering-speed-growing-louder-roar-that-was-not-waves-curling-up-beach-padma-venkatrama
stupor-insanity-curling-up-with-good-book-bright-finished-his-coffee-slipped-out-bed-and-i-was-wondering-last-night-how-i-would-fill-my-time-today-let-me-get-dressed-have-spot-br
bay-stood-there-red-hair-curling-around-her-face-mass-tumbling-down-her-back-over-her-shoulders-her-green-eyes-were-bright-with-fear-she-probably-thought-shed-hidden-well-enforce
alarmed-bordering-on-terrified-frankie-reached-for-closest-thing-she-could-find-that-might-work-as-weapon-which-in-louises-house-was-curling-iron-tiptoed-downstairs-to-confront-i
he-turns-back-to-me-strong-hand-swooping-down-sculpting-hair-off-my-face-familiar-looking-arms-curling-back-around-me-cradling-me-into-chest-harder-hotter-than-mountain-left-baki
ive-curled-all-my-life-loved-game-russ-howard-is-icon-in-game-curling-as-players-we-all-grew-up-following-curlers-in-their-careers-russ-was-someone-i-watched-closely-gord-mink
i-wont-stay-in-with-married-men-any-more-said-wise-girl-theyre-too-agreeable-its-little-too-much-like-curling-up-with-good-book-you-mean-good-book-oh-dear-did-i-say-good-book-sig
its-curling-ribbon-but-you-dont-have-to-curl-it-you-dont-have-to-do-everything-ribbon-tells-you-to-do-dont-live-your-life-like-that-dan-bergstein
if-my-twelveyearold-self-whom-i-had-grown-rather-fond-thinking-about-him-were-to-reproach-me-why-have-you-grown-up-such-dull-dog-when-i-gave-you-such-good-start-why-have-you-spen
The heroin flowing through me, I thought about the last time I saw my father alive. He was drunk and overweight in a restaurant in Beverly Hills, and curling into myself on the bed I thought: What if I had done something that day? I had just sat passively in a restaurant booth as the midday light filled the half-empty dining room, pondering a decision. The decision was: should you disarm him? That was the word I remember: disarm. Should you tell him something that might not be the truth but would get the desired reaction? And what was I going to convince him of, even though it was a lie? Did it matter? Whatever it was, it would constitute a new beginning. The immediate line: You're my father and I love you. I remember staring at the white tablecloth as I contemplated saying this. Could I actually do it? I didn't believe it, and it wasn't true, but I wanted it to be. For one moment, as my father ordered another vodka (it was two in the afternoon; this was his fourth) and started ranting about my mother and the slump in California real estate and how 'your sisters' never called him, I realized it could actually happen, and that by saying this I would save him. I suddenly saw a future with my father. But the check came along with the drink and I was knocked out of my reverie by an argument he wanted to start and I simply stood up and walked away from the booth without looking back at him or saying goodbye and then I was standing in sunlight. Loosening my tie as a parking valet pulled up to the curb in the cream-colored 450 SL. I half smiled at the memory, for thinking that I could just let go of the damage that a father can do to a son. I never spoke to him again.

Bret Easton Ellis
the-heroin-flowing-through-me-i-thought-about-last-time-i-saw-my-father-alive-he-was-drunk-overweight-in-restaurant-in-beverly-hills-curling-into-myself-on-bed-i-thought-what-if-
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps, And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing... What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Walt Whitman
a-child-said-what-is-grass-fetching-it-to-me-with-full-hands-how-could-i-answer-child-i-do-not-know-what-it-is-any-more-than-he-i-guess-it-must-be-flag-my-disposition-out-hopeful
We should go back inside, " she said, in a half whisper. She did not want to go back inside. She wanted to stay here, with Will achingly close, almost leaning into her. She could feel the heat that radiated from his body. His dark hair fell around the mask, into his eyes, tangling with his long eyelashes. "We have only a little time-" She took a step forward-and stumbled into Will, who caught her. She froze-and then her arms crept around him, her fingers lacing themselves behind his neck. Her face was pressed against his throat, his soft hair under her fingers. She closed her eyes, shutting out the dizzying world, the light beyond the French windows, the glow of the sky. She wanted to be here with Will, cocooned in this moment, inhaling the clean sharp scent of him., feeling the beat of his heart against hers, as steady and strong as the pulse of the ocean. She felt him inhale. "Tess, " he said. "Tess, look at me." She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling, braced for anger or coldness-but his gaze was fixed on hers, his dark blue eyes somber beneath their thick black lashes, and they were stripped of all their usual cool, aloof distance. They were as clear as glass and full of desire. And more than desire-a tenderness she had never seen in them before, had never even associated with Will Herondale. That, more than anything else, stopped her protest as he raised his hands and methodically began to take the pins from her hair, one by one. This is madness, she thought, as the first pin rattled to the ground. They should be running, fleeing this place. Instead she stood, wordless, as Will cast Jessamine's pearl clasps aside as if they were so much paste jewelry. Her own long, curling dark hair fell down around her shoulders, and Will slid his hands into it. She heard him exhale as he did so, as if he had been holding his breath for months and had only just let it out. She stood as if mesmerized as he gathered her hair in his hands, draping it over one of her shoulders, winding her curls between his fingers. "My Tessa, " he said, and this time she did not tell him that she was not his. "Will, " she whispered as he reached up and unlocked her hands from around his neck. He drew her gloves off, and they joined her mask and Jessie's pins on the stone floor of the balcony. He pulled off his own mask next and cast it aside, running his hands through his damp black hair, pushing it back from his forehead. The lower edge of the mask had left marks across his high cheekbones, like light scars, but when she reached to touch them, he gently caught at her hands and pressed them down. "No, " he said. "Let me touch you first. I have wanted...

Cassandra Clare
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