#gray

The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#dew #gray #gray hairs #hairs #morning

The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring. ↗

— Burl Ives

#birds #black #blew #center #cool

Sometimes I miss the spirit of London, but it's a very gray place. ↗

— Claire Forlani

#i #london #miss #place #sometimes

At NIH, what tends to happen is that the proven researchers tend to get the money. New researchers, younger researchers, or people on the cutting edge don't get the money until they have gray beards. ↗

— Mort Kondracke

#cutting #cutting edge #edge #get #gray

Entertainment came out of this thing called a television, and it was gray. Most of the films that we saw at the cinema were black and white. It was a gray world. And music somehow was in color. ↗

— Pete Townshend

#black and white #called #came #cinema #color

When I grew up, what was interesting for me was that music was color and life was gray. So music for me has always been more than entertainment. ↗

— Pete Townshend

#been #color #entertainment #gray #grew

As I've said repeatedly, Republicans are very good at describing things in black and white; Democrats are very good at describing the 11 shades of gray. ↗

— Joseph C. Wilson

#black and white #democrats #describing #good #gray

But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#bringing #came #cousins #east #grandma

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#deep #down #dream #eyes #fire

Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name," Will said. "You can have mine." Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. "Your name?" Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove, which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his, his fingers curved around hers. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch made her shiver. His eyes were steady and blue; they were everything that Will was: true and tender, sharp and witty, loving and kind. "Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be called Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #marriage-proposal #tessa-gray #will-herondale #witty