Top 30 Bushes Quotes

I’m not usually the guy who has people hiding in his bushes and saying, ‘Will you love me forever and ever?’

When you have the paparazzi hiding in the bushes outside your home, the only thing you can control is how you respond publicly.

I wish there were more, if there if there were more George H.W. Bushes in the world, we’d be, we’d have a lot more harmony, a lot more freedom, a lot more peace on earth, and I’m just so proud of his legacy he left earlier.

When you get into the public eye, one day, you’re kind of unknown, and the next day, you have people in your bushes waiting to take a picture of you.

When I was 4 years old, I woke up in the middle of the night and told my parents there was a witch crying outside in the boxwood bushes. I didn’t know who she was or why she was crying, but I was terribly upset.

As a child, I loved being outdoors. Our house had a railway track going past it. Of course, Mum told us not to go near it and, of course, we did. There were amazing blackberry bushes growing all along it, and we collected the fruit.

I’m always followed by two or three cars and have police around. Even walking in the park, you see them taking photos behind the bushes and trying to videotape everything.

For the record, our democracy is revered around the world. And free elections are the best way on Earth to choose our leaders. This is how we elected John F. Kennedy; Ronald Reagan; two George Bushes; Bill Clinton; and Barack Obama. It has worked for decades.

The Bushes were certainly part of Texas in their mind, but they didn’t have the kind of political flavor that you normally find in Texas politicians. It’s just Texas is such a unique place to itself that politically, at least so far, they haven’t found anybody to play nationally.

I earned my first steady paycheck watering rose bushes at a nursery for a dollar an hour.

I remember wearing overcoats, hiding in the bushes outside of Abbey Road Studios, waiting for the traffic to clear. As it did, we would drop our overcoats and run out on to the cross walk and strike our poses.

There is a dream on the street. I hear it constantly – finding a piece of land, raising food, building a house. I hear talk of hopelessness. The price of land, you know. Housing is impossible. They are trapped in a cycle. How can you ask for a job after you’ve been sleeping in the bushes all night?

Everybody thinks the Bushes are from Texas. I’ve been there twice.

I’ve voted Libertarian as long as I can remember, but I don’t really remember much before the Clintons and the Bushes. Those clans made a lot of us bugnutty.

My grandmother was content to sit in the back yard wearing her old, wide-brimmed summer hat and occasionally getting up to feed herself raspberries from the seemingly inexhaustible bushes.

Rand Paul does not like being compared to his father Ron any more than sons named Bush like to dance in their father’s shadow, but the crucial difference is that while the Bushes all hail from the relative mainstream of the GOP, the Pauls have an ideological tributary virtually to themselves.

I’ve had those periods in my career when I was sitting around waiting for a phone call and had an agent who was doing the same thing rather than going out there to shake the bushes looking for a job for me. It’s a frustrating game, that’s the downside of this business – the rejection.

There is not often much policy discussion with the Bushes. There isn’t much introspection. Several generations of Bush men could pass by in which the great questions of humankind will go undiscussed.

Going to Europe as a budding cook opened my eyes to food in a different way. When I got to Italy, the first thing I did was put my little basil plants in the ground and watch them turn into big, healthy bushes.

There’s no reason for anybody to jump out of bushes to take pictures of me. I’m not doing anything exciting.

We were soon free of the woods and bushes, and fairly upon the broad prairie.

I might find myself standing, transfixed, by the roadside, watching a sparrowhawk hunting among the bushes, astonished that other people could ignore it. But they might just as well be wondering how I could have failed to notice the new V6 Pentastar Sahara that just drove past.

What would surprise a lot of people about me… I’m a gardener! I have a green thumb. I really like to get into the shrubs, the bushes, and really cultivate.

The truth is I’ve been doing Kickstarter before there was Kickstarter; there was no Internet. Social Media was writing letters, making phone calls, beating the bushes.

Trump is going to drain the swamp; he’s going to get back control of America’s borders, and if the establishment try and stand in his way, they’ll go the way of the Clintons and the Bushes. Stumped.

I get photographers hiding in my bushes. We’re way past autographs. We’re into being stalked and followed.

This dame keeps dragging me into the bushes. Keep your eye open, you may have to rescue me.

Golf isn’t just about hitting a lot of drivers. I grew up playing on my front lawn, chipping and putting into soup cans, out of the ivy and over rose bushes and hedges – the little Alcott Golf and Country Club. I just loved having a wedge in my hands.

Lots of hardworking, blue-collar people across America have lost their jobs since the 1990s – victims of the globalist policies of the Bushes and Clintons.

I lived in sheds, I kipped under bushes, sofa surfing – I went through the whole array of it.