#eat

I think repeating yourself is a sign of old age, telling the same joke again and again. Especially if they're jokes that don't make people laugh. ↗

— Simon Le Bon

#age #especially #i #i think #joke

I married an excellent parent, but I'm not sure that I've made a great parent. ↗

— Danny Bonaduce

#great #i #made #married #parent

America has survived and grown stronger through September 11th and subsequent wars with Afghanistan and Iraq and those who seek to do us harm. We have faced - and met - tremendous challenges ramping up a public health and safety system to protect Americans from future threats. ↗

— Christopher Bond

#america #challenges #faced #future #grown

Knowledge of other people's beliefs and ways of thinking must be used to build bridges, not to create conflicts. ↗

— Kjell Magne Bondevik

#bridges #build #conflicts #create #knowledge

There was absolutely no intention of splitting up. We had so many great ideas to use on the new album. John Paul Jones was incredible, coming to the studio each day with new instruments to play. ↗

— John Bonham

#album #coming #day #each #great

The speed of movement towards independence will depend on Kosovo demonstrating that it is capable of treating minorities well. We have not always seen that. ↗

— Emma Bonino

#capable #demonstrating #depend #independence #kosovo

During our travels, the Indians entertained me well; and their affection for me was so great, that they utterly refused to leave me there with the others, although the Governor offered them one hundred pounds sterling for me, on purpose to give me a parole to go home. ↗

— Daniel Boone

#although #during #entertained #give #give me

Why is it that men who can go through severe accidents, air raids, and any other major crisis always seems to think that they are at death's door when they have a simple head cold? ↗

— Shirley Booth

#air #always #any #cold #crisis

The greatness of a man's power is the measure of his surrender. ↗

— William Booth

#his #man #measure #power #surrender

Death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling. It’s not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. There are windchimes and the smell of lemons, some days it rains, but more often the air is dry and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. I like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing. ↗

— Dorianne Laux

#the-afterlife #death