Top 1200 Pale Blue Dot Quotes & Sayings - Page 18

I live with romance in my brain. I'm a true-blue Cancerian like that.

His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.

The blue wall will always be there because the system supports it.

I've only had one platinum album, and it's 'Red River Blue'.

I don't like labels, but I do have blue eyes and I'm soulful, so what am I going to do?

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

One minute you can be the blue-eyed boy and the next match you can be slated.

Once in a blue moon, an entire industry is a good short.

A basic ingredient in the manufacture of perfume, the attar-a heavy, pale-yellow oil stored in small metal drums-had been put up as collateral by Bulgaria, in lieu of gold, at the Moscow Narodny Bank, a Communist finance house for East-West trade.

I have sat here happy in the gardens, Watching the still pool and the reeds And the dark clouds. . . . But though I greatly delight In these and the water lilies, That which sets me nighest to weeping Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flag-stones, And the pale yellow grasses Among them.

Raff, what have you done to yourself? Your hair is positively blue.

If you watch the 'Blue Collar Tour,' I was probably the least redneck of everybody.

In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.

A polka-dot has the form of the sun, which is a symbol of the energy of the whole world and our living life, and also the form of the moon, which is calm. Round, soft, colourful, senseless and unknowing. Polka-dots can't stay alone; like the communicative life of people, two or three polka-dots become movement... Polka-dots are a way to infinity.

You have many flaws, he announced... “But there was one flaw that made all the other imperfections pale in comparison.” “Was?” she asked. “I don't have this flaw any longer?” “No, you don't.” “Pray tell,” she muttered in exasperation, “what was this terrible flaw?” He grinned. “You used to be English.

I always wanted to be a Blue Peter presenter when I grew up!

It is the freedom to blaspheme, to transgress, to move beyond the pale, that is at the heart of all intellectual, artistic and political endeavor. Far from censoring offensive speech, a vibrant and diverse society should encourage it. In any society that is not uniform, grey and homogeneous, there are bound to be clashes of viewpoints.

You humans, always eating. I'll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working." Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab. "Don't use the same beaker you used for poisons!" Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. "I mean it!

Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

Ach, Rangers are alright, but they still haven’t invented blue grass.

'Dredd' was a weird little out-of-the-blue thing for me.

Nonsense prevails, modesty fails Grace and virtue turn into stupidity While the calendar fades almost all barricades to a pale compromise And our leaders have feasts on the backsides of beasts They still think they're the gods of antiquity If something you missed didn't even exist It was just an ideal is it such a surprise?

Anyone's blood can become blue for a lump sum down.

I don't use blue. I don't like it. It bugs me out. I hate it.

When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.

You don't have to travel around the world to understand that the sky is blue everywhere

I'm a mac and cheese freak. Homemade or from the blue box, I'm not picky!

Blue jeans and Hollywood and rock & roll won the cold war.

Getting the spot of 'Blue Peter' changed the path of my life.

Fashions pass quickly, and nothing is more pathetic than those puppets of fashion outrageously made up one day, pale the next, pleated or ironed stiff, libertine or ascetic. Playing with fashion is an art. The first rule is don't burn your wings.

I'm a blue-collar kid from Colorado. I grew up on a farm.

Blue Tongue Films is a very important part of my life.

Am I alone in my egotism when I say that never does the pale light of dawn filter through the blinds of 52 Tavistock Square but I open my eyes and exclaim, "Good God! Here I am again!" not always with pleasure, often with pain; sometimes in a spasm.

I'm from Buffalo, which is a blue-collar city, and I've kind of embraced that.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

I can't be alone among fiction writers in regarding the world, so much weirder than anything we could make up, as beating us at our own game or in racking my brains over what could possibly constitute a contribution when novels pale before the newspaper.

Blue is therefore most suitable as the color of interior life.

I come to Jerusalem. There, the sky is blue and memory becomes clear.

Time, which is so often an enemy in life, can also become our ally if we see how a pale moment can lead to a glowing moment, and then turn to a moment of perfect transparency, before dropping again to a moment of everyday simplicity.

Beauty is and always will be blue skies and open highway.

Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.

Fear sucks. Because you never know when it will attack. Sometimes it sneaks up behind you, giggling like your best girlfriend from seventh grade. Then it whacks you on the back of the head, takes you straight to your knees before you realize what hit you. Other times you can see it coming, just a dot on the horizon, but you're like a canary in a cage. All you can do is hang in there and hope you don't get motion sickness and puke all over the newspapers.

I was in good shape from Divergent. Damien Chazelle, the director of Whiplash told me, 'Stop Working Out! Don't go outside!' He wanted me pale and doughy. This is the first movie where I shut myself off from the world. It was, by far, the hardest thing I've ever done.

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

The green grass floweth like a stream Into the oceans's blue.

Depression comes in bouts. Like boxing. Dad is in the blue corner.

I love connecting with a character out of the blue, not knowing why.

The old-fashioned idea that the simple piling up of experiences, one on top of another, can make you an artist, is, of course, so much rubbish. If acting were just a matter of experience, then any busy harlot could make Garbo's Camille pale.

A tanned skin is something more than respectable, and perhaps olive is a fitter color than white for a man,--a denizen of the woods. "The pale white man!" I do not wonder that the African pitied him.

It's true/ I do imbue my blue unto myself/ I make it bitter.

We despise all reverences and all objects of reverence which are outside the pale of our list of sacred things. And yet, with strange inconsistency, we are shocked when other people despise and defile the things which are holy to us.

Blue jeans are the most beautiful things since the gondola.

I'm a bit of an M&M nut. I like the blue ones. I pick them out.

I always wanted to be a 'Blue Peter' presenter when I grew up!

My memories pale as I prevail upon them again and again. They become more and more ghostly. I fear nothing so much as losing them altogether and having only my blank endless mind to live in.

Midnight blue is the only color that can ever compete with black.

Kinsey was never a lawyer. She's strictly blue collar.

After spending most of her life scanning the horizon for slights and threats, genuine and imagined, she knew the real threat to her happiness came not from the dot in the distance, but from looking for it. Expecting it. Waiting for it. And in some cases, creating it. Her father had jokingly accused her of living in the wreckage of her future. Until one day she'd looked deep into his eyes and saw he wasn't joking. He was warning her.

God, Bones, you must have argued yourself blue in the face.

Each of us from the seance stood alone. Like so many pillars of salt, we had tried to look back and failed. And in the eyes of the others who shared the pale, flat sky with us, there was sometimes suspicion, sometimes a little fear.