It truly is a little intimidating to go speak at a middle school. Sure, on one hand the kids are only around 13 years old, but on the other hand, merely going back there reactivates the dorky, miserable feeling of being that age again. It isn't easy. As soon as I arrived I could almost feel the braces on my teeth, the don't-look-at-me slouch of my shoulders, the feathered wings of my bangs.
Hockey was such a part of my life, as well as my family's, that I knew we were all going to miss it. For the first few weeks my son was in tears sobbing, "I miss you being a Red Wing daddy.' I didn't know what to say so we just cried together. Nobody prepares you for that kind of stuff.
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go.We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window:"Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown,Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down."I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your shoes,But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues.
The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
Before I joined the project most of the English people with whom I had made personal contacts were left wing and affected to some degree or other by the same kind of philosophy.
Don't believe those who claim that only left wing parties really care about employment.
Nature's message was always there and for us to see. It was written on the wings of butterflies.
I wanted to get an angel wings tatooed on my back, as a guardian thing.
I was fortunate to be around a couple of coaches who took me under their wing and taught me how to train, how to work and how to prepare myself for a game. They gave me so much, and I saw the passion they had for the game and for teaching it. What I learned from them led me to want to become a teacher and coach.
Go to sleep, baby,Mama will sing. Of blue butterflies, and dragonfly wings. Moonlight and sunbeams, raiments so fine. Silver and gold, for baby of mine. Go to sleep, baby. Sister will tell, of wolves and of lambs, and demons who fell.-Pierce's Lullaby Kim Harrison (Black Magic Sanction)
Political art never goes away. I started watching The West Wing show recently and I'm actually learning about how the government works in a way. It's kind of embarrassing.
Out there people are working and arguing and laughing, living their beautiful, terrible lives, falling in love and having babies and being bored out of their skulls and feeling depressed, then being consoled by some little thing like watching the patterns the light makes through the leaves of trees, casting shadows on the sidewalks. I remember the line from that poem now. Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.
God has given you a spirit with wings on which to soar into the spacious firmament of Love and Freedom. Is it not pitiful than that you cut your wings with your own hands and suffer your soul to crawl like an insect upon the earth?
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight.
For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.
A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
Whether its Veep or Homeland or The West Wing - which is a more idealised version of democracy - people are fascinated by politics.
There was never any down side to casting friends over professionals. It was always fun seeing folks who never performed before stretching their wings.
We have seen this complete right wing takeover of modern liberalism, and it is an ugly spectacle to behold.
We were all born with wings. In times of doubt: spread them.
I'm a Buffalo wing magnet, a sandwich fanatic, a cheesesteak guy. But I'll only get a cheesesteak in Philadelphia. No one else does it right.
For Democrats, nothing is any less complex than a 'West Wing' episode.
I think it is good for people who are incarcerated or who are bound up one way or the other-people like Lily Kimball and all the prostitues of Memphis. This gal, she needs some wings, and a good song can make that happen.
True love knows no constraints, no locks or bars. Past every obstacle it makes its way. It spreads it wings to soar toward the stars, No earthly power will make it stop or stay.
A broken wing simply means, you have to find another way to fly. Have a wonderful day people.
Who would attempt to fly with the tiny wings of a sparrow when the mighty power of an eagle has been given him
For us scientists, on the other wing, life is not quite so simple. Because we learn the unknown. Unlike, hah-hah, our esteemed friends the philosophers, who learn the unknowable.
I fear that within 10 years gays, trade union activists and left wing politicians will be led off to the gas chambers.
[Pigeons are] rats with wings.
In terms of going into the West Wing, I will do whatever the president-elect and the vice president-elect - I worked with Mike Pence for 10 years - they believe is my best and highest use for them.
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.
I don't really know anything about fashion, I just kind of wing it and do what I want at the time.
There's a certain moment when you realize that you've actually just left the planet for a bit and that nobody can touch you. . .When it works, baby, you've got wings.
Donald Trump is using an age-old trick of right wing populism, much like George Wallace, much like Joe McCarthy, Pitchfork Ben Tillman who in the 1880s and `90s was a rabid hateful racists who whipped up hate and hysteria for his own political benefit.
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