Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the end your magnificent disdain. You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes, and suffocated inside stifling walls. Alone you let the terrible stranger in, and stayed with her alone.
Now you're gone, and nobody says a word about your troubled and exalted life. Only my voice, like a flute, will mourn at your dumb funeral feast. Oh, who would have dared believe that half-crazed I, I, sick with grief for the buried past, I, smoldering on a slow fire, having lost everything and forgotten all, would be fated to commemorate a man so full of strength and will and bright inventions, who only yesterday it seems, chatted with me, hiding the tremor of his mortal pain.
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If one sticks too rigidly to one's principles, one would hardly see anybody.
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I don't like my hockey sticks touching other sticks, and I don't like them crossing one another, and I kind of have them hidden in the corner. I put baby powder on the ends. I think it's essentially a matter of taking care of what takes care of you.
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'I am the bubble gum that sticks in your hair!' 'I am the ingrown toenail on the foot of crime!' 'I am the itch you cannot reach!' 'I am the paper cut that ruins your day!' 'I am the parking meter that expires while you shop!' 'I am the plot-twist in the 2nd reel!' 'I am the terror that flaps in the night!' 'I am the weirdo who sits next to you on the bus!' 'I am the winged scourge that pecks at your nightmares!' 'I am the wrong number that wakes you at 3 am!'
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A farmer who had a quarrelsome family called his sons and told them to lay a bunch of sticks before him. Then, after laying the sticks parallel to one another and binding them, he challenged his sons, one after one, to pick up the bundle and break it. They all tried, but in vain. Then, untying the bundle, he gave them the sticks to break one by one. This they did with the greatest ease. Then said the father, Thus, my sons, as long as you remain united, you are a match for anything, but differ and separate, and you are undone.
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Sticks and stones are hard on bones aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything but silence breaks the heart.
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The good poet sticks to his real loves, to see within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.
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Sticks and stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art, words can sting like anything but silence breaks the heart.
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Sticks an' stones, love. I've saved your life an' you've saved mine. We're square.
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That's probably the highlight of my career. I scored a couple goals, it was a fun game. We made some great plays, some fun plays. That sticks out in my mind.
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Love is a sensation cause by temptation Guy sticks his location in the girls destination To increase the population of the next generation Do you understand my explanation? Or do you need a demonstration?
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The nail that sticks out is hammered down.
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What I call a good patient is one who, having found a good physician, sticks to him till he dies.
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Teflon brain (nothing sticks.)
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It was a turkey He could never have stood upon his legs, that bird He would have snapped 'em off short in a minute, like sticks of sealing wax.
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The reason death sticks so closely to llife isn't biological necessity- it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs as what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
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Let a short Act of Parliament be passed, placing all street musicians outside the protection of the law, so that any citizen may assail them with stones, sticks, knives, pistols, or bombs without incurring any penalties.
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I always seem to get inspiration and renewed vitality by contact with this great novel land of yours which sticks up out of the Atlantic.
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Censor a self-appointed snoophound who sticks his nose in other people's business.
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That's life. Whichever way you turn, fate sticks out a foot to trip you.
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Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts...
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I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
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Arsenic sticks around and today it's easily found after death if somebody thinks of looking for it, because the problem with arsenic, it isn't looked for in the common tests for drugs.
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Remember the turtle -- He never makes any progress till he sticks his neck out.
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Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.
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Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but so would an 80lbs. carrot.
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Sticks and stones may break your bones when there's anger to impart. Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart. Anger is as a stone cast into a wasp's nest.
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We should give as we would receive, cheerfully, quickly, and without hesitation; for there is no grace in a benefit that sticks to the fingers.
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I don't know how man will fight World War III, but I do know how they will fight World War IV with sticks and stones.
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If people really liked to work, we'd still be plowing the land with sticks and transporting goods on our backs.
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