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I'm at the barn six days a week.
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
I'm really proud of my partnership with Pottery Barn Kids.
Things can be tough even when surrounded by nice Pottery Barn stuff.
A jackass can kick a barn down, but it takes a carpenter to build one.
I was so naive as a kid I used to sneak behind the barn and do nothing.
If someone as blessed as I am is not willing to clean out the barn, who will?
Any jackass can kick down a barn, but it takes a good carpenter to build one.
Me and my cousin started doing CrossFit in my barn; I haven't looked back since.
If Christ can die in a barn, I think the death of a human in a van is not so bad.
This mug of mine is as plain as a barn door. Why should people pay 35 cents to look at it?
We don't see a lot of models for male social interaction. There's sports and barn raisings.
If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.
Do not let a flattering woman coax and wheedle you and deceive you; she is after your barn.
Having been let out of the barn once, I know I wouldn't be happy if I were home all the time.
Mommy smoked but she didn't want us to. She saw smoke coming out of the barn one time, so we got whipped.
You need to have a home to go back to, whether it's a hotel room or a barn. It's only home when he's there.
I've been taking batting practice in my barn where nobody can see me, so I may be better than anyone thinks.
People expect me to live in a picture-perfect Pottery Barn kind of place, but I don't like anything traditional.
My husband is from Florence. And he has a 15th-century barn that is completely rustic and very 'Green Acres'-like.
I want people to be excited about cooling towers and megasheds; they're as much part of our history as the rural barn.
My decorating and renovation skills are nil - indeed, I once used a shower curtain from Pottery Barn as 'window dressing.'
My favourite thing is to do crossword puzzles. I do the 'New York Times' one every morning. Then I go to the barn to see my horse.
I was supposed to be cleaning out the barn, but I was usually reading romance novels. That's how you grow up to be a thriller writer.
When I was so fatigued that I couldn't move, the excitement of going to the barn and getting my foot in the stirrup would make me crawl out of bed.
A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.
I was Mary Poppins for Halloween when I was 3, with lipstick and a carpetbag. And I was Dorothy in 'The Wizard of Oz' in a production in my dad's barn.
I made all these great musicals with Judy Garland. It was all about me going into a barn and saying: 'Let's put on a show.' That's what me and Judy did.
I have a studio in a barn at home - we rehearse there, we film there and we record there. It's fun to hang out with my guys and see what comes out next.
In Scotland, I have a huge barn full of woodworking tools. I love working with my hands. I basically just make myself bleed a lot. I'm very accident-prone.
The ranch was raw land when I bought it and, for better or worse, I have designed every aspect of it from the corrals, the arena, to the barn, to the house.
I love being outdoors and being with animals, and when you're on a horse, you have to leave your anxieties and worries behind in the barn. It's very therapeutic.
Well, honey, I had the million dollar houses, I had the car, I had the horse, I had the barn; I had everything. Was I set free? I didn't even know what that meant.
Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.
I remember one time my cousin telling me - she's got four kids - she would pour the milk down the drain so she could drive to the Dairy Barn just to get out of the house.
I always sort of swooned at the sight of the classic barn structures in central and northern Minnesota, where everything seemed rustic and weathered and made to age gracefully.
Talking about theater, actually, I built a little barn in upstate New York, and I call it 'the smallest theater in the world,' but it has a mini stage and a red velvet curtain.
My dream is to have a creativity barn, in my back yard, which is full of musical instruments and every kind of paint and oils and paper, and you can just go in and make something.
A barn with cattle and horses is the place to begin Christmas; after all, that's where the original event happened, and that same smell was the first air that the Christ Child breathed.
I've always enjoyed the big stunt scenes that I've had - from the barn fire when I first started in 'Emmerdale,' to years later when Victoria started a fire and Andy had to rescue people.
I installed anti-rust roofing into homes in Cairns. I packed boxes at Baby Barn. I was even a Manny! Mate, I know more about braiding hair and My Little Pony than most men, I can tell ya.
I love Massachusetts for a number of reasons. I once loved a magical girl who lived in a magnificently converted barn, a half-hour or so from Boston. I love your winters. I love the snow.
As I look at the barn in my ninth decade, I see the no-smoking sign, rusted and tilting on the unpainted gray clapboard. My grandfather, born in 1875, milked his cattle there a century ago.
I see this fella built like a barn door... and there's all these fox hunters, who didn't like me, screaming and shouting and as I walked past him I looked at him and he hit me with something.
Cars let us out of the barn and, while they were at it, destroyed the American nuclear family. As anyone who has had an American nuclear family can tell you, this was a relief to all concerned.
I bought a wrestling ring in either my third or fourth year in the league. I had it built in my barn and didn't use it much except for at parties when my friends' kids would want to get in there.
Our sister Alma was the best hitter in the family. We used to soak corn cobs in water so they wouldn't fly so far when we hit 'em. Alma was the first to hit one far enough to break a window in the barn.
I quite like antiques. I like things that are old and the history they bring with them. I would rather fly to Morocco on an $800 ticket and buy a chair for $300 than spend $1,100 on one at Pottery Barn.
The years rolled their brutal course down the hill of time. Still poor, my clothes still smelling of the horse barn, still writing those doubtful poems where too much emotion clashed with too many words.
When you are new at sheep-raising and your ewe has a lamb, your impulse is to stay there and help it nurse and see to it and all. After a while, you know that the best thing you can do is walk out of the barn.