wherever the TV glows, there sits someone who isn't reading.
If the past sits in judgment on the present, the future will be lost.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.
The good nail will do its job regardless what kind of hammer comes its way and what kind of surface it sits on.
With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come Where in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb!
Mr. Tulkinghorn, sitting in the twilight by the open window, enjoys his wine. As if it whispered to him of its fifty years of silence and seclusion, it shuts him up the closer. More impenetrable than ever, he sits, and drinks, and mellows as it were in secrecy, pondering at that twilight hour on all the mysteries he knows.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
The mind is continuously running around. It never sits, it can't sit. Sitting seems to be death to it, and in a way it is.
Wisdom sits with children round her knees.
A shaman is someone who has a wound that will not heal. He sits by the side of the road with his open wound exposed.
For me style has something to do with your inner attitude towards clothes and the awareness what sits well on yourself.
Theology sits rouged at the window and courts philosophy's favor, offering to sell her charms to it.
On Warren Buffett's habits: “He sits around reading most of the time and thinking, and every once in a while he talks on the phone. I can’t see any difference [over the years]. When there is nothing to do, Warren is very good at doing nothing.
I really am a recluse. I just enjoy watching the wind blow through the trees. In America someone who sits around and does that is at the bottom of the ladder, but in Japan, say, someone who goes up into the mountains is accorded great respect. I guess I am somewhere in between. I enjoy reclusion: it clears my mind.
When a reporter sits down at the typewriter, he’s nobody’s friend.
When you sit, everything sits with you.
I've always been curious as to why one man jumps out of a fox-hole with a grenade and charges a machine gun nest and his buddy, who sits right there next to him, sits there cowering. My feeling is that the different is tiny between the two.
We become accomplices in evil every time we seek to soothe the unslakable appetites of the crime family that sits in Pyongyang.
Iran is a country of 80 million people, educated and dynamic. It sits astride a crucial part of the world. It cannot be sanctioned and pressed down forever. It is the last great civilization to sit outside the global order.
Every tub sits on its bottom.