I’m from Cleveland, Ohio. And I’ll tell you a real quick thing: we didn’t have a pro hockey team when I was growing up, so I adopted the Red Wings as my hockey team just so I could, you know, be amused and enjoy playoff hockey every single year. I really get into it. Detroit is my team.
Love and desire are the spirit’s wings to great deeds.
This entire business of modern war crimes, as identified by the liberal wings of politics and the media, began in Iraq and has been running downhill ever since.
Was I in a nativity play? I think I was an angel; I was a very blonde child, so I tended to get typecast. I have a vague memory of wearing wings.
Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
We may lose our memory as we get older, but this might not be such a bad thing – who wants to drag a mental junkyard around at a time of life when you’re starting to grow interesting little wings?
I think our job as parents is to give our kids roots to grow and wings to fly.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
