The man whose conscience is clear will never fear a knock on the door at midnight.
He whose clothes are too fine, shall go about in rags.
[A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light.
The Library is a sphere whose exact centre is any one of its hexagons and whose circumference is inaccessible.
Forgive those whose actions are the outcome of their personality, and forget those whose personalities are the outcome of their actions.
Money doesn't make the things you need. People do.
Hence that general is skilful in attack whose opponent does not know what to defend; and he is skilful in defense whose opponent does not know what to attack.
In some cases, people with a body (whose size) they did not long for are victims of having a bank balance (whose size) they longed for.
'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.
Me being a black girl in London, whose mom is first-generation African and whose dad is West Indian, gives me a different view. I'm coming at soul from my own place.
You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are decidedly bad.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
The Constitution does not just protect those whose views we share; it also protects those with whose views we disagree.
Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this? Butch: It's a chopper, baby. Fabienne: Whose chopper is this? Butch: It's Zed's. Fabienne: Who's Zed? Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.
He on whose head we would break a coconut never stands still.
Woe to the high spirited bride whose mother-in-law is still alive.
Although the snake does not fly it has caught the bird whose home is in the sky.
Still less, despite appearances, will it have been a collection of three “essays” whose itinerary it would be time, after the fact, to recognize; whose continuity and underlying laws could now be pointed out; indeed, whose overall concept or mean...
Mathematics is not a book confined within a cover and bound between brazen clasps, whose contents it need only patience to ransack; it is not a mine, whose treasures may take long to reduce to possessions, but which fill only a limited number of vein...
There are those whose love awakens our own and those whose love undermines. As long as we are blind to this fact, true love will elude us.
Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends’ secret places.
