#wave

White collar conservative flashin down the street, pointing that plastic finger at me, they all assume my kind will drop and die, but I'm gonna wave my freak flag high. ↗

— Jimi Hendrix

#collar #conservative #die #down #drop

Nicolas Sarkozy said he could see a wave rising. For once he was right. The wave's coming; it's high, its strong, and it's going to smack him in the face. ↗

— Francois Hollande

#could #face #going #high #him

A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpose; many more waver between doing what is right and complying with what is wrong. ↗

— Horace

#doing #mankind #many #more #portion

My mum always says work goes in waves: you have a good spell and then it dips. ↗

— Nicholas Hoult

#dips #goes #good #mum #says

When I made it, I still didn't wave the flag and say, Yeah go Asian people. I do want people to know that about me, but I always felt like at least musically, let me just do what I do and be the best at it. Which is what I'm doing right now. ↗

— Chad Hugo

#always #asian #best #doing #felt

There is no sea more dangerous than the ocean of practical politics none in which there is more need of good pilotage and of a single, unfaltering purpose when the waves rise high. ↗

— Thomas Huxley

#good #high #more #need #none

Most schools have only a microwave or deep fryer, hardly the tools needed to feed our children real, fresh food. ↗

— Mark Hyman

#deep #feed #food #fresh #fresh food

The wave of the Islamic revolution will soon reach the entire world. ↗

— Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

#entire world #islamic #reach #revolution #soon

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering. ↗

— Saint Augustine

#circular #compass #courses #go #heights

And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death! ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#the-waves #death