A Quote by Robert Breault

On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me. — © Robert Breault
On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.
MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!
I left my heart in San Francisco, high on a hill, it calls to me. To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars, the morning fog may chill the air, I don't care. My love waits there in San Francisco, above the blue and windy sea, when I come home to you, San Francisco , your golden sun will shine for me.
We can meet our destiny, and that destiny to build a land here that will be, for all mankind, a shining city on a hill.
Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken smoulders still Among boulders on the hill, Far too bright to seem quite dead. But old Death, who can't forget, Waits his time and watches yet, Waits and watches by the door.
there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.
Resentment is like a glass of poison that a man drinks; then he sits down and waits for his enemy to die.
Destiny waits in the hand of God, not in the hands of statesmen.
The Senate just sits and waits till they find out what the president wants, so they know how to vote against him.
Every time I look at it, It looks back at me I love the sea, its waters are blue And the sky is too And the sea is very dear to me If when I grow up and the sea is still there Then I’ll open my eyes and smell the fresh air Because the sea is very dear to me The sea is very calm and that’s why I like it there The sand is brand new and the wind blows in my hair And the sea is very dear to me.
A slave is someone who sits down, and waits for someone to free them.
Sometimes the world sits at a corner and waits for you to fail! Surprise the world!
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
To those who fall and hurt themselves one runs with comfort; by those who lie dangerously stricken by a disease one sits and waits.
We speak now or I do, and others do. You've never spoken before. You will. You'll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal that hunts and a vessel on the sea and the sea and how we are fish in it, not like the man who swims weekly with fish but the fish with which he swims, the water, the pool. I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns. You have never spoken before.
Hope is what sits by the window and waits for one more dawn, despite the fact that there isn't an ounce of proof in tonight's black, black sky that it can possible come.
Sometimes I sits and thinks. Other times I sits and drinks, but mostly I just sits.
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