Quotes About Park

My favorite thing of all time is a New York City when there's a blizzard. Everything gets really quiet, and everyone goes to the movies and the park.

Devant une certaine fenêtre du premier étage, dit-il, il y a un hêtre qui est parmi les plus beaux arbres du parc. — Ma chambre. C'est une grande chambre. Sa bouche à lui fut humide d'avoir bu et elle eut à son tour, dans la douce lumière, une implacable précision. — Une chambre calme, dit-on, la meilleure.

Eventually we find that we no longer need silence. We no longer need solitude. We no longer even need words. We can make all our actions holy. We can cook a meal for our family and it becomes prayer. We can go for a walk in the park and it becomes prayer.

There was not so much meanness as Mr. Ratler supposed in the Conservative ranks, but very much more unhappiness. Would it not be better to go home and live at the family park all the year round, and hunt, and attend Quarter Sessions, and be able to declare morning and evening with a clear conscience that the country was going to the dogs?

life was not a joyride at an amusement park. It was a deadly serious affair and only through a combination of solid values, self-control, and a steady commitment to a worthwhile goal was there a chance to achieve happiness.

I have never felt so mortified in my entire life. Ever. Jack Harper takes me to the grandest, poshest restaurant in the world. And I take him to a park bench in Clapham.

former estate that is now a public park sporting Florence's biggest

Mine was just an ordinary general hospital: the Lutheran, in a suburb of Chicago called Park Ridge. It was a big, grey, monolithic building, with mirrored glass windows. It didn't seem much like a place that offered yoga classes by the pool. The only thing it had a view of was a shopping centre car park.

was quiet but for the sound of a tractor laboring at the park's edge, cleaning leaves amid a stand of bare oak trees.

A house on the park. He'd seen it a million times. And now was in it. It smelled of man sweat and spaghetti sauce and old books. Like a library where sweaty men went to cook spaghetti.

I worked with a skateboarding instructor for three hours every day. We would go to the park and do ramps. I had to wear a ridiculous amount of gear - elbow pads, knee pads, every kind of pad, plus a helmet - to stop myself from getting hurt.

The very first game I worked on was for DreamWorks Interactive's 'The Lost World: Jurassic Park.'

If I'm not working on music, I'm probably torturing my infant daughter, Ingrid, with kisses or running or playing soccer in the park.

Nature. That's the one thing that tips the balance in terms of living here in California. Within minutes, I can be in a desert, at the ocean, in a park, and that's the most nourishing food for my soul.

So what, I'm living in a park. Parks are beautiful. I'm a musician. And I'm tired of dumb people who don't know where I come from.

Every summer in my old area, Bow, these kids from across the road used to bring out quad bikes in the park. They let me have a go, and I don't know what was wrong with me, but I drove straight into a gate and fractured my big toe. I had this mad limp for ages.

Life is nothing but the little time which spend in a park called the world after the time u cannot stay there.

As I looked around at the crowds of people, I found myself thinking about how every person in that park has an incredible story to tell. You have an incredible story to tell. Some nugget of wisdom to share. Some gift that the world needs you to give.

Q: Why is there no Disneyland in China? A: No one's tall enough to go on the rides.

Grandpa was sitting on a park bench when a policeman walked by and asked, "Why are you crying?" Grandpa said, "I'm in love with a twenty-year-old woman. She's smart, sexy, and rich!" "There now," said the policeman, "there's no need to cry about it." "Sure there is! I forget where we live.

The charming island of Rock Island, three miles long and half a mile wide, belongs to the United States, and the Government has turned it into a wonderful park, enhancing its natural attractions by art, and threading its fine forests with many miles of drives. Near the center of the island one catches glimpses, through the trees, of ten vast stone four-story buildings, each of which covers an acre of ground.

The park took nearly ten years to build and cost over nine million dollars, a staggering sum in those days. By the end of the Civil War, most of the work on the park had been completed, though the problem of squatters' shacks—particularly in the park's northern reaches—would continue for a number of years.

I love walking around and grabbing coffee and sitting in a park and people watching… I love Greenwich Village.

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.