Quotes of: Iron-curtain Keyword

Literature is about as unnecessarily necessarily as tableware or ironed shirts.

Peter Bichsel

Building capacity dissolves differences. It irons out inequalities.

A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

monotony kills the heart. Ironically, monotony is what keeps the heart working.

Soumeet Lanka

Ever notice how irons have a setting for permanent press? I don't get it.

Steven Wright

It's kind of ironic that if I get my Ph.D., I'll be a real doctor.

Marcia Cross

Everything has its limit - iron ore cannot be educated into gold.

Mark Twain

I love food shows: Anthony Bourdain, Iron Chef, Chopped, you name it.

Donnie Wahlberg

I eat a variety of foods like vegetables, fruit and beef for protein and iron.

Sasha Cohen

For I mean to roam and think and make great irons red-hot.

Knut Hamsun

No performer should attempt to bite off red-hot iron unless he has a good set of teeth.

Harry Houdini

What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.

Charles Dudley Warner

I love washing, hoovering, ironing, you name it. I find it very therapeutic.

Keeley Hawes

A great mentor works on your character to be as strong as iron.

JOEL NYARANGI AKOYA

However, ironically, I was baptized Presbyterian, and went to a Quaker school for twelve years.

Brian De Palma

In 1854 I took out a patent for puddling iron by means of steam.

James Nasmyth

A big iron needle stitching the country together.

Jessamyn West

Ironically, my paintings don't photograph well.

Damian Loeb

Bacteria mineralized the rocks; they deposited the iron. They made the geology we see.

Bonnie Bassler

...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in through the clefts in the curtains, is much like my spirit trying to escape the burn of yesterday's presence.

Jagged Little Pieces

Most of [her ashes] fell into the river in a long gray curtain. But some was caught by the wind and blown upward toward the blue spring sky where it swirled a moment in the air, before dissolving into sunlight.

The Maid: A Novel of Joan of Arc

I threw back my head, my hair falling about me like a great red curtain, and cried out. My eyes felt hot and burned with tears as my body trembled with the passion for blood.

The Tale Of The Vampire Bride