Life is too short to spend hoping that the perfectly arched eyebrow or hottest new lip shade will mask an ugly heart.
It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.
One always expects something else.
Regarding vengeance and arch-enemies, one must not only be timely but prideful, and pride exacts propriety.
Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
Life begins at 40 - but so do fallen arches, rheumatism, faulty eyesight, and the tendency to tell a story to the same person, three or four times.
We're still living with the old paradigm of age as an arch. That's the old metaphor: You're born, you peak at midlife and decline into decrepitude.
The Romans were not inventors of the supporting arch, but its extended use in vaults and intersecting barrel shapes and domes is theirs.
He arches his back because when you forgive, the body says, "Thank God.
A cigarette is a breathing space. It makes a parenthesis. The time of a cigarette is a parenthesis, and if it is shared, you are both in that parenthesis. It's like a proscenium arch for a dialogue.
Putin stands for the opposite of a universal ideology; he has become an arch-nationalist of a pre-Cold War type, making mystic appeals to motherland and religion.
Shareholder meetings are not usually the occasion for utter candor - or for that matter, arch sarcasm - by chief executives.
Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.
These women stared out from the canvases with arched brows, enormous eyes and tiny mouths, seeing much, and saying little.
Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.
And a bird overhead sang Follow, And a bird to the right sang Here; And the arch of the leaves was hollow, And the meaning of May was clear.
The will is the keystone in the arch of human achievement. It is the culmination of our complex mental faculties. It is the power that rules minds, men and nations.
Yes, Jason Grace." Favonius arched an eyebrow. "I fell in love with a . Does that shock you?
No, I will finish what I started, here, at Glimpa’s Arch. The act belongs to me, the consequence, pleasing or not, belongs to the gods.
I suppose a cycle courier knows better than anyone how a murder on Marble Arch can hold up traffic.
Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.
