#flea

We always feel pretty creative as far as writing songs. We write them together; we just get in a room, or on occasion in Flea's garage. We just sort of improvise, like jazz musicians. ↗

— Chad Smith

#as far as #creative #far #feel #flea

I love going to flea markets especially when I am traveling, because I love seeing the stuff of other cultures, handicrafts and things with historical content. ↗

— Anna Sui

#because #content #cultures #especially #flea

I was always interested in fashion and beauty. I was fifteen when I was scouted in a flea market. Two years later, I arrived in New York. I was in awe because it was like another planet. ↗

— Candice Swanepoel

#another #arrived #awe #beauty #because

When I go to a country, I go to flea markets, antique stores. I am always looking for something. ↗

— Ursula Andress

#am #antique #country #flea #flea markets

La Puce Puces, amis, amantes même, Qu'ils sont cruels ceux qui nous aiment! Tout notre sang coule pour eux. Les bien-aimés sont malheureux. ↗

— Guillaume Apollinaire

#love #poems #love

You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#dare #eat #flea #his #lion

The right of a nation to kill a tyrant in case of necessity can no more be doubted than to hang a robber, or kill a flea. ↗

— John Adams

#doubted #flea #hang #kill #more

You just need to be a flea against injustice. Enough committed fleas biting strategically can make even the biggest dog uncomfortable and transform even the biggest nation. ↗

— Marian Wright Edelman

#biggest #biting #committed #dog #enough

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas? ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#ever #fleas #his #praised

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, nay more than married are. This flea is you and I, and this Our mariage bed and mariage temple is; Though parents grudge, and you, we are met, And cloisterd in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that, self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence? Wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now; ’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be: Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me, Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee. ↗

— John Donne

#poem #songs-and-sonnets #sonnet #the-flea #death