Laps 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
that-laps-to-hearts-alhumazah-7
i-like-to-race-not-to-do-laps-alone
shes-been-on-more-laps-than-napkin
ive-been-in-more-laps-than-a-napkin
youre-still-going-to-see-accidents-you-always-will-especially-towards-closing-laps-race-jeff-gordon
children-are-made-readers-on-laps-their-parents-emilie-buchwald
children-are-made-readers-in-the-laps-of-their-parents
how-far-have-you-walked-for-men-whove-never-held-your-feet-in-their-laps-warsan-shire
the-fact-that-i-am-still-alive-after-100000-laps-is-my-championship-jacky-ickx
to-be-honest-once-youve-driven-around-for-about-five-10-laps-you-dont-notice-difference-danica-patrick
i-will-be-better-in-monte-carlo-than-i-was-in-phoenix-if-i-cant-win-maybe-i-will-lead-50-laps
but-if-you-can-find-that-spot-i-suppose-its-like-running-i-used-to-be-swimmer-swim-laps-you-just-have-to-be-there-with-what-youre-doing
pay-back-into-laps-our-neighbors-seven-times-reproach-they-have-hurled-at-you-o-lord-psalm-7912
the-censors-wouldnt-even-let-me-sit-on-guys-lap-ive-been-on-more-laps-than-tablenapkin-mae-west
i-bring-my-bike-to-work-i-make-laps-around-our-parking-lot-on-my-lunch-break
distance-running-to-professional-athlete-in-my-day-was-five-laps-around-field-and-you-stopped-each-lap-to-take-your-pulse-lynn-swann
wisdom-honor-wealth-are-in-laps-those-whose-hearts-remain-permeated-with-lord-what-praise-can-be-offered-to-them-what-other-adornments-can-be-bestowed-upon-them-sri-guru-granth-s
the-london-streets-are-paths-loveliness-omnibuses-look-like-colored-archangels-their-laps-filled-full-little-trustful-souls-evelyn-underhill
i-remember-my-first-test-in-f1-after-five-laps-i-came-back-to-pits-tried-to-play-it-cool-oh-yeah-im-fine-im-on-top-this-but-i-was-completely-lost
life-lesson-3-you-cant-rush-grief-it-has-its-own-timetable-all-you-can-do-is-make-sure-there-are-lots-soft-places-around-beds-pillows-arms-laps-patti-davis
this-is-place-where-grandmothers-hold-babies-on-their-laps-under-stars-whisper-in-their-ears-that-lights-in-sky-are-holes-in-floor-heaven-rick-bragg
i-love-to-entertain-its-hard-to-do-that-when-you-have-to-keep-rhythm-up-there-were-threepiece-act-somebody-has-to-play-guitar-i-used-to-do-cabaret-i-would-jump-into-peoples-laps-
you-show-love-to-thousands-but-bring-punishment-for-fathers-sins-into-laps-their-children-after-them-o-great-powerful-god-whose-name-is-lord-jeremiah-3218
true-compassion-does-not-sit-on-laps-renovation-it-dives-with-approach-to-reconstruction-dont-throw-coin-at-begger-rather-destroy-his-source-poverty-israelmore-ayivor
i-cant-imagine-being-sixty-years-age-playing-music-i-wrote-when-i-was-in-my-twenties-i-would-rather-sail-sea-consequence-to-new-lands-laps-around-henry-rollins
on-christmas-day-ill-head-off-for-couple-laps-around-serpentine-trek-around-whole-hyde-park-or-ill-walk-right-across-town-with-curtis-my-son-stella-vine
on-ice-if-i-slow-down-i-can-coast-behind-somebody-for-couple-laps-if-i-slow-down-on-run-itll-turn-into-walk
oh-i-cant-play-soccer-im-not-great-swimmer-i-wont-drown-but-you-wont-see-me-doing-laps-in-pool-michelle-obama
some-people-might-go-to-gym-swim-laps-but-i-write-songs-every-single-day-i-write-something-new-record-it
i-find-outdoors-easier-than-indoors-but-i-am-more-interested-in-indoor-athletics-i-prefer-it-because-it-is-hotter-indoors-i-like-shorter-laps
i-must-admit-constant-invasion-privacy-was-becoming-real-concern-ive-been-asked-for-autographs-while-ive-been-doing-laps-in-pool-even-in-toilet-rick-astley
silence-fell-between-them-as-tangible-as-dark-tree-shadows-that-fell-across-their-laps-that-now-seemed-to-rest-upon-them-as-heavily-as-though-they-possessed-measurable-weight-the
i-said-i-wanted-to-be-best-in-world-i-thought-if-i-could-make-it-i-would-be-able-to-change-my-future-to-change-my-destiny-i-would-push-myself-to-limits-i-would-do-70-laps-barely-
they-got-section-but-none-hos-are-fine-they-need-to-exit-dont-let-grind-pass-you-by-i-run-laps-round-lames-with-my-shoes-untied-i-jump-line-walk-gucci-mane
kyle-busch-has-got-to-be-loneliest-nascar-driver-ever-hes-led-many-laps-he-never-sees-anybody-in-front-him-for-twothirds-race-he-just-sees-clean-kyle
mama-i-sat-on-burping-bus-full-chickens-in-cages-roundeyed-babies-on-round-mothers-laps-the-pinatamakers-daughter-eileen-granfors
i-think-every-driver-wants-to-lead-400-laps-wed-love-to-lead-first-one-to-get-those-bonus-points-lead-399-more-after-that-ryan-newman
buzz-has-reduced-my-range-running-safely-with-him-means-using-fewer-shorter-routes-with-multiple-laps-per-day-multiple-returns-there-per-week-neither-us-minds-repeating-ourselves
ours-is-life-constant-reruns-were-always-circling-back-to-where-wed-we-started-then-starting-all-over-again-even-if-we-dont-run-extra-laps-that-day-we-surely-will-come-back-for-m
see-it-stands-written-before-me-i-will-not-keep-silent-but-will-pay-back-in-full-i-will-pay-it-back-into-their-laps-isaiah-656
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
i-used-to-wanna-rap-like-jayz-now-i-feel-i-could-run-laps-around-jayz-nas-aint-seen-nothing-this-nasty-big-pac-got-it-coming-when-i-pass-too-you-got-absoul
history-is-funny-little-creature-do-you-remember-visiting-your-old-aunt-that-autumn-when-trees-shone-yellow-how-she-owned-striped-unsocial-cat-quite-old-fat-wounded-about-ears-wh
we-let-boat-drift-i-set-out-for-pond-crossing-ravine-where-seedling-pines-start-up-like-sparks-between-disused-rails-boston-maine-the-grass-in-field-would-make-second-crop-if-ear
Hundreds of men crowded the yard, and not a one among them was whole. They covered the ground thick as maggots on a week old carcass, the dirt itself hardly anywhere visible. No one could move without all feeling it and thus rising together in a hellish contortion of agony. Everywhere men moaned, shouting for water and praying for God to end their suffering. They screamed and groaned in an unending litany, calling for mothers and wives and fathers and sisters. The predominant color was blue, though nauseations of red intruded throughout. Men lay half naked, piled on top of one another in scenes to pitiful to imagine. Bloodied heads rested on shoulders and laps, broken feet upon arms. Tired hands held in torn guts and torsos twisted every which way. Dirty shirts dressed the bleeding bodies and not enough material existed in all the world to sop up the spilled blood. A boy clad in gray, perhaps the only rebel among them, lay quietly in one corner, raised arm rigid with a finger extended, as if pointing to the heavens. His face was a singular portrait of contentment among the misery. Broken bones, dirty white and soiled with the passing of hours since injury, were everywhere abundant. All manner of devices splinted the damaged and battered limbs: muskets, branches, bayonets, lengths of wood or iron from barns and carts. One individual had bone splinted with bone: the dried femur of a horse was lashed to his busted shin. A blind man, his eyes subtracted by the minie ball that had enfiladed him, moaned over and over 'I'm kilt, I'm kilt! Oh Gawd, I'm kilt!' Others lay limp, in shock. These last were mostly quiet, their color unnaturally pale. It was agonizingly humid in the still air of the yard. The stink of blood mixed with human waste produced a potent and offensive odor not unlike that of a hog farm in the high heat of a South Carolina summer. Swarms of fat, green blowflies everywhere harassed the soldiers to the point of insanity, biting at their wounds. Their steady buzz was a noise straight out of hell itself, a distress to the ears.

Edison McDaniels
hundreds-men-crowded-yard-not-one-among-them-was-whole-they-covered-ground-thick-as-maggots-on-week-old-carcass-dirt-itself-hardly-anywhere-visible-no-one-could-move-without-all-
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