All sport... is one of the few activities where young people can proceed along traditional avenues, where objectives are clear, where the desire to win is not only permissible, but encouraged.
I'm under the impression that this notion of decency is disappearing from our society where conflicts are made worse on cinema and on television, where people are nasty and cruel on the Internet and where, in general, everybody seems to be very angry...
I'm a realist. Where I come from, 'phenomenons' don't exist. I'm from a land where people make mistakes and try again, harder, faster; where negativity is not an option.
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue
There was somewhere, if you knew where to find it, some place where money could be made like drawing water from a well, some Big Rock Candy Mountain where life was effortless and rich and unrestricted and full of adventure and action, where something...
I will not play at tug o' war. I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins.
I am thankful, that sometimes I am the black sky for your stars to shine against. I am the desert where your oasis lives. I am the thorn where your rose blossoms. I am the oyster where your pearl form. I am the mine where your diamond will shape.
Where there is no shame, there is no honor.
Where there is no wealth there is no poverty.
Where there are no swamps there are no frogs.
Where there is no jealousy there is no love.
Where there is a sea there are pirates.
Stay where there are songs.
Where there is fish, there is water.
Where there is sugar, there are mice.
Where there is a bone, there are dogs.
Where there are birds, there is water.
Where there is butter there are flies.
Where there is age there is evolution, where there is life there is growth.
And where," Socrates smiled, "is the universe?" "The universe is well, there are theories about how it's shaped..." "That's not what I asked. Where is it?" "I don't know - how can I answer that?" "That is the point. You cannot answer it, and you neve...
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
