Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, Russet lawns and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. We possess nothing certainly except the past.
Anyone can wear any color. The question is about finding the right shade. There is a momentary trend to dark colors because when the financials are not that great, people go for black, navy and grey.
Have you noticed how most directors are either bald or grey-haired?
That wouldn't be a first, now would it?" "Jean. " "Jean Grey is dead, Agent. " "Yeah, that'll last.
I think, typically, sci-fi can be a little bit grey and thought provoking. Sometimes it leaves you pondering certain questions and things.
You are always learning; there is a lot of grey; don't take things for granted.
I turn my girl on like fifty shades of grey.
Yes, Garnett Grey was an Architect. Were a psychoanalyst to approach him from behind, tap his shoulder, and say 'Humanity,' Garrett'd spin and respond, without hesitation, 'Solvable'.
A rose looks grey at midnight, but the flame is just asleep. And steel is strong because it knows the hammer and white heat.
There is also an insulting speech about 'one grey day just like another'. You might as well talk about one green tree like another.
Whenever there is discussion, I make it clear that I do not want any grey zones, just black and white.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
Coldplay I really like a lot. David Grey, I'm obsessed with.
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even, Doth half that glory to the sober west, As those two mourning eyes become thy face: O! let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack
Adulthood isn't black and white - it's a thousand shades of grey. Or taupe. It's not who you are, it's where you are.
Here's the grey rule: embrace things that lead you closer to Jesus, and reject things that lead you away from Jesus.
One day you look out and the audience consists of 65,000 people. It's like looking in the mirror and one day you realise you've gone grey.
The weak grey light that serves as harbinger of red and golden dawn faintly lit my window. I fumbled for a candle, found and lit it, and by its little light saw that the rose floating in the bowl was dying. It had already lost most of its petals, which floated on the water like tiny, un-seaworthy boats, deserted for safer craft. "Dear God," I said. "I must go back at once.
Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.