Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.
Oh yes. Draw your hem back from my mud, little sister.
If I could just touch the hem of His garment I know I'll be made whole
I'd rather break stones on the king's highway than hem a handkerchief.
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.
After seventy years of expository preaching, I have yet to touch the hem of His garment.
We love our fans, so there's nothing we wouldn't do for them, and we go directly to t hem.
I do things like hem a pair of pants, I do my own tailoring but I wouldn't attempt a jacket.
Cery: So, Hem, tell me why I shouldn't see how many holes I need to make before you start leaking money?
If you have no power, talk about your influence. If you have power, talk about the constraints that hem you in.
Grace arrived, like the big, loopy stitches with which a grandmotherly stranger might baste your hem temporarily.
It is ... through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth.
Love has a hem to her garment that reaches to the very dust. It sweeps the stains from the streets and lanes, and because it can, it must.
[On the metaphysical:] ... I knew in some marvelous way I had touched the hem of the unknown. And being me, I wanted to lift that hemline a little bit more.
Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.
We need more true mystery in our lives Hem- he said. The completely unambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most. There is of course the problem of sustenance
Knowledge will appear in turn the merest ignorance to those who come after us. Yet it is not to be despised, since by it we reach up groping fingers to touch the hem of the garment of the Most High.
I was attracted to science fiction because it was so wide open. I was able to do anything and there were no walls to hem you in and there was no human condition that you were stopped from examining.
Stand there, damn'd meddling villain, and be silent; For if thou utt'rest but a single word, A cough or hem, to cross me in my speech, I'll send thy cursed spirit from the earth, To bellow with the damn'd!
She thought of death like the seam of a hem: each time you lose someone close, it unraveled a little. You could still go along with your life, but you'd be forever tripping over something you previously took for granted.
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again, pronounce a text, Cry hem; and reading what they never wrote Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene!
It was good to be here with Hem and Cecily an Charlotte, to be surrounded by their affection, but without her there would always be something missing, a Tessa-shaped part chiseled out of his heart that he could never get back.
Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!” Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. “I swear, I’m going to start taking my clothes off!” The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. “Chicken,” she said, and paced the room, back and forth.
