It's only when you look at an ant through a magnifying glass on a sunny day that you realize how often they burst into flames.
My favorite food from my homeland is Guinness. My second choice in Guinness. My third choice - would have to be Guinness.
American-style iced tea is the perfect drink for a hot, sunny day. It's never really caught on in the UK, probably because the last time we had a hot, sunny day was back in 1957.
When I blow the head off a glass of Guinness or eat a slice of white bread, there are so many bubbles!
It's always sunny above the clouds. Always. Every day on earth - every day I have ever had - was secretly sunny, after all.
Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love. Sunshine on ice. She warms his frost. He cools her fever.
I can't go along with all that shit about having to give everything up. I'd always say to them in the clinic I'm still going to have a Guinness, I'm still going to have a glass of wine. They say you can smoke 400 cigs a day and drink 20 cups of coffee, but you can't have a line or a drink again.
Those who sit in a glass house do wrong to throw stones about them; besides, the American glass house is rather thin, it will break easily, and the interior is anything but a gainly sight.
What greater thing can you do - besides for God - than good for other people? That goes for you mean people, too - I mean, really, what is your problem?
California has something which not every place in the world has: It has what I would call a sunny side, and I don't mean just physically, but the sunny side is a future. California's worth saving, to put it bluntly.
It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.
It was a nice day, and I don't mean that it was sunny either. It was humid and not too cool, like winter was getting annoyed with itself and wanted it to be spring just as much as everyone else.
When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.
What I envisioned back in the 1970s was this thing you would wear as 'glass' over your right eye, and you could see the world though that glass. The glass then reconfigures the things you see.
I've always been a glass-half-full as opposed to a glass-half-empty, and the day that changes is the day I should leave.
You can't make a cloudy day a sunny day, but can embrace it and decide it's going to be a good day after all.