Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.
One time my mom tried to ground me, but that lasted 15 minutes.
Being a mom kind of grounded me in a way. Your body takes on a whole new meaning.
You'll never grab the wonderful with your feet on the ground.
He who slings mud generally loses ground.
Wise sayings often fall on barren ground, but a kind word is never thrown away.
December 29, 1946: Snowing this morning. The year seems to be dying in a light white blanket. Only three more days of this year, then comes a new one. Then, what? No one knows. -- Diary of Bertha Kate Gaddis who passed away 6 months later, age 78, We...
It is high time that we grew up and left the Garden. We are indeed Eden’s children, yet it is time to place Genesis alongside the geocentric myth in the basket of stories that once, in a world of intellectual naivete, made helpful sense. As we walk...
In the political jargon of those days, the word "intellectual" was an insult. It indicated someone who did not understand life and was cut off from the people. All the Communists who were hanged at the time by other Communists were awarded such abuse...
Soft sun shone down on a misty cathedral at the opposite end of a football-field length courtyard. The cathedral had a long pointed tower with beautiful rose and ivory stained glass windows. Pink-petal flowers and deep green ivy climbed the stones fr...
The real trouble is that 'kindness' is a quality fatally easy to attribute to ourselves on quite inadequate grounds. Everyone feels benevolent if nothing happens to be annoying him at the moment. Thus a man easily comes to console himself for all his...
The harder you slam a ball into the ground, the higher it bounces back up... A divorce, a breakup, losing a job, or just feeling seriously down can ground you, rough you up a bit, leave calluses on your feet and grit under your finger nails. But more...
So, in the end, above ground you must have the Haves, pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty, and below ground the Have-nots, the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. Once they were there, they would no doubt have ...
Narrator: [singing a bomb drill ditty] Time to duck and cover, the bombs are comin' down. The radiation shower will pour throughout your town. Hands over your head; keep low to the ground. Time to duck and cover, the bombs are comin' down. Duck and c...
...cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...
You don’t have the courage of a half-bred mongrel.
There are some men who lift the age they inhabit, till all men walk on higher ground in that lifetime.
Maybe it takes tragedy to create paradise.
The natural progress of things is for liberty to yield, and government to gain ground.
The living sinners on deadly ground.
There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.
