#pocket

No place is boring, if you've had a good night's sleep and have a pocket full of unexposed film. ↗

— Robert Adams

#film #full #good #had #night

It was an honor and privilege to arrive to this country 16 years ago with almost no money in my pocket. A lot has happened since then. ↗

— Antonio Banderas

#ago #almost #arrive #country #happened

The decision to join or not join a service union, political party or other organization should be left up to the individual. No such organization has the right to take money out of the pockets of state workers without their proper consent. ↗

— Matt Blunt

#decision #individual #join #left #money

As a coach, they would love to sit there and say, 'It's going to be five steps, you're going to hitch up into a perfect pocket, you're going to look at number one - no; you're going to go to number two - no.' It doesn't work that way. ↗

— Brett Favre

#five #go #going #hitch #into

She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#could #feel #gave #hip #i

A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket. Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. Examine nature accurately, but write from recollection, and trust more to the imagination than the memory. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#act #borrow #borrowing #examine #him

I can explain that shot. Arnold moved his wallet to the other pocket. ↗

— Ben Crenshaw

#explain #his #i #i can #moved

We've demonstrated a strong track record of being very disciplined with the use of our cash. We don't let it burn a hole in our pocket, we don't allow it to motivate us to do stupid acquisitions. And so I think that we'd like to continue to keep our powder dry, because we do feel that there are one or more strategic opportunities in the future. ↗

— Steve Jobs

#allow #because #being #burn #cash

The function of Theology? The recitation of the incomprehensible by the unspeakable to pick the pockets of the unthinking. ↗

— Robert Anton Wilson

#incomprehensible #pick #pockets #recitation #theology

won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed. ↗

— Lucille Clifton

#inspiration #life #national-poetry-month #poem-in-your-pocket-day #poetry