#egg

But after he was pleased to reveal himself to me I did presently, like Abraham, run to Hagar. And after that he did let me see the atheism of my own heart, for which I begged of the Lord that it might not remain in my heart. ↗

— Anne Hutchinson

#after #atheism #begged #did #heart

The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with disappointment to the ground ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#disappointment #snow #beauty

The big political news, Arnold Schwarzenegger announced he's running for governor of California, and already, people are chanting, 'Four more vowels, four more vowels.' ↗

— Craig Kilborn

#announced #arnold #arnold schwarzenegger #big #california

I am always begging them to spare me this chasing after men. ↗

— Joan Leslie

#always #am #begging #chasing #i

Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#egg #hatched #kind #religion #wars

Breakfast is my favorite meal. I cook a big one for everyone - bacon and eggs. I own a lot of eggcups. ↗

— Emily Mortimer

#big #breakfast #cook #eggs #everyone

I enjoy some physical stuff. But if I had a choice between playing a scene where it's raining, it's terribly cold, I'm wet and I'm being drowned and playing a scene with dinosaur eggs in a laboratory, I'd probably take the latter. It's warmer and generally more comfortable! ↗

— Sam Neill

#between #choice #cold #comfortable #dinosaur

My mother told me I was begging her to be an actor when I was four. My father and my grandfather saw at least one or two movies a week; they were film buffs, so I guess it just rubbed off on me. ↗

— Giovanni Ribisi

#begging #father #film #four #grandfather

I've made my own music, and the way I've always described it is Peggy Lee with an electric guitar, or Billie Holiday with some PJ Harvey in there. ↗

— Evan Rachel Wood

#billie #billie holiday #described #electric #electric guitar

Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake. It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds. They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily. There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#eggs #evening #food #indoors #meals