Pergola With Swing Quotes

#1. George: [On getting the M.B.E.]
'After all we did for Great Britain, selling all that corduroy and making it swing, they gave us that bloody old leather medal with wooden string through it. But my initial reaction was, 'Oh, how nice, how nice.' And John's was, 'How nice, how nice. #Quote by George Harrison

#2. The main three components are the blues, improvisation - which is some kind of element that people are trying to make it up - and swing, which means even though they're making up music, they're trying to make it up together. It feels great, like you're having a great conversation with somebody. #Quote by Wynton Marsalis

#3. Grayson, I'm going to dance on the day that you swing."
"If he swings, I swing with him." Joss rose to his feet.
Gray drilled his brother with a glare. "Joss, no." Sit down, damn you. Think of our sister. Think of your son.
"I'm the captain of the Aphrodite." Joss's voice rang through the courtroom. "I'm responsible for the actions of her passengers and crew. If my brother is a pirate, then I'm a pirate, too."
Gray's heart sank. They would both die now, he and his idiot of a brother.
Joss walked to the center of the courtroom, the brass buttons of his captain's coat gleaming as he strode through a shaft of sunlight. "But I demand a full trial. I will be heard, and evidence will be examined. Logbooks, the condition of the ships, the statements of my crew. If you mean to hang my brother, you'll have to find cause to hang me."
Fitzhugh's eyebrows rose to his wig. "Gladly."
"And me."
Gray groaned at the sound of that voice. He didn't even have to look to know that Davy Linnet was on his feet. Brave, stupid fool of a boy.
"If Gray's a pirate, I'm a pirate, too," Davy said. "I helped him aim and fire that cannon, that's God's truth. If you hang him, you have to hang me."
Another chair scraped the floorboards as its occupant rose to his feet. "And me."
Oh God. O'Shea now?
"I boarded the Kestrel. I took control of her helm and helped bind that piece of shite." The Irishman jutted his chin at Mallory. "Suppose that makes me a #Quote by Tessa Dare

#4. It took a freaking genius to put this together, Michael."
I hefted my staff.
"Fortunately," I said, and took a two-handed swing at the nearest stand of slender, delicate crystal. It shattered with gratifying ease, and the encasing light around the greater circle began to waver and dissipate. "It only takes a monkey with a big stick to take it apart. #Quote by Jim Butcher

#5. Symbolism in our waking Jungian dream was a two-way mirror. We were symbols for our American neighbors, but out neighbors- with their polished cars, grand homes, backyard swing sets- they symbolized something for us, too. They glittered as goals, mirages toward which we endlessly stumbled. #Quote by Phuc Tran

#6. If you have pendulum clocks on the wall and start them all at different times, after a while the pendulums will all swing in synchronicity. The same thing happens with heart cells in a Petri dish: They start beating in rhythm even when they're not touching one another. #Quote by Bruce Lipton

#7. I've always been his favorite."
"Is that so?" Lazily Shelby folded her arms behind her head. She could picture him as a boy,seeing beyond what other boys saw and storing it. "Why?"
"If I weren't modest,I'd confess that I was always a well-mannered, even-tempered child who never gave my parents a moment's trouble."
"Liar," she said easily. "How'd you get the broken nose?"
The grin became rueful. "Rena punched me."
"Your sister broke your nose?" Shelby burst out with delighted and unsympathetic laughter. "The blackjack dealer, right? Oh,I love it!"
Alan caught Shelby's nose between two fingers and gave it a quick twist. "It was rather painful at the time."
"I imagine." She kept right on laughing as he shifted to her side. "Did she make a habit of beating you up?"
"She didn't beat me up," he corrected with some dignity. "She was trying to beat Caine up because he'd teased her about making calf's eyes at one of his friends."
"Typical brotherly intimidation."
"In any event," Alan put in mildly, "I went to drag her off him,she took another swing,missed him, and hit me. A full-power roundhouse,as I remember. That's when," he continued as Shelby gave another peal of laughter, "I decided against being a diplomat. It's always the neutral party that gets punched in the face."
"I'm sure..." Shelby dropped her head on his shoulder. "I'm sure she was sorry."
"Initially.But as I recall, after I'd stopped bleeding and threatening to #Quote by Nora Roberts

#8. Meet the bonobos, the rare and marvelous "make love not war" great apes who swing through the trees as well as with each other. #Quote by Susan Block

#9. My father had once told me the story of how, when he was in the work camp, a truckload of giant logs was brought in to be chopped. He was on ax duty with a gang of twelve. It was a dreadfully hot summer and each swing of the blade was torture. He hacked at a log and there was the unmistakable sound of metal hitting metal. He bent down and found a mushroom-shaped chunk of lead embedded in the trunk. A bullet. He counted the rings from the perimeter to the bullet and found they matched his age exactly.

We never escape ourselves, he said to me years later. #Quote by Colum McCann

#10. I played with Annika today. I love being paired with her. She does not make many mental mistakes, and she has the ability to repeat her swing over and over and wears people down. #Quote by Natalie Gulbis

#11. I glance around the set - everyone is buzzing like worker bees getting ready for the shot. Cordelia's getting primped and powdered by a makeup girl, Vanessa is speaking with a few of the cameramen, and the convertible I'm supposed to drive is just sitting there . . . all by its lonesome.

And look at that - someone left the keys in the ignition.

Stealthily, I sidle up to Sarah.

"Have you ever driven in a convertible?"

She looks up sharply, like she didn't see me approach. "Of course I have."

My hands slide into my pockets and I lean back on my heels.

"Have you ever been in a convertible driven by a prince?"

Her eyes are lighter in the sun, with a hint of gold. They crinkle as she smiles.

"No."

I nod. "Perfect. We do this in three."

Now she looks nervous. "Do what?"

I spot James across the way, eyes scanning the crowd - far enough away that he'll never get over here in time.

"Three . . ."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Two . . ."

"Henry . . ."

"One."

"I . . ."

"Go, go, go!"

"Go where?" she asks, loud enough to draw attention.

So I wrap my arm around her waist, lift her off her feet, carry her to the car, and swing her up and into the passenger seat. Then, I jump into the driver's side.

"Shit!" James curses. But then the engine is roaring to life. I ba #Quote by Emma Chase

#12. You can do anything if you have enthusiasm. Enthusiasm is the yeast that makes your hopes rise to the stars. Enthusiasm is the spark in your eye, the swing in your gait, the grip of your hand, the irresistible surge of your will and your energy to execute your ideas. Enthusiasts are fighters, they have fortitude, they have strong qualities. Enthusiasm is at the bottom of all progress. With it there is accomplishment. Without it there are only alibis. #Quote by Henry Ford

#13. Through a bombed cemetery, long-forgotten Londoners unearthed and flung into trees, grinning in rotted formal wear. A curlicued swing set in a cratered playground. The horrors piled up, incomprehensible, the bombers now and then dropping flares to light it all with the pure, shining white of a thousand camera flashes. As if to say: Look. Look what we made. #Quote by Ransom Riggs

#14. You're being awful generous with your late husband's possessions," he told her.
She grinned back at him. "You've loosened me up maybe? Besides, you've already slept with his wife, why not drive his truck? Kira drank his 1925 Chateau Feytit Clinet red wide today."
Did he look pale? Noah swore he could feel himself blanch. His 1925 Chateau Feytit Clinet? No. She hadn't shared that with Kira Richards. The one person in the world besides Sabella who knew exactly how horrified he'd be to hear that Sabella had dipped into his treasure trove of wines?
"He had a 1925 Feytit Clinet?" He almost wheezed. How he kept his voice calm and level he didn't know. Hell, his training had just been shot to hell. "And you shared it with Ian Richard's wife?"
"He had lots of wine." She turned and shot him a look over her shoulder. "Maybe one of these nights I'll share the other one with you. Do you want me to meet you at the garage with the pickup? It won't take me long."
Let her drive his pickup? Had she lost her damned mind?
"I can leave the cycle here." He nodded to the back drive as he stepped to the porch. "I'll just help you lock up."
"Okay." There was a swing to her hips that almost had his tongue hanging out of his mouth. And he almost - only almost - forgot about the wine and the truck.
She drank his wine? Drove his truck? And Rory hadn't warned him ahead of time? #Quote by Lora Leigh

#15. Paint me a small railroad station then, ten minutes before dark. Beyond the platform are the waters of the Wekonsett River, reflecting a somber afterglow. The architecture of the station is oddly informal, gloomy but unserious, and mostly resembles a pergola, cottage or summer house although this is a climate of harsh winters. The lamps along the platform burn with a nearly palpable plaintiveness. The setting seems in some way to be at the heart of the matter. We travel by plane, oftener than not, and yet the spirit of our country seems to have remained a country of railroads. You wake in a pullman bedroom at three a.m. in a city the name of which you do not know and may never discover. A man stands on the platform with a child on his shoulders. They are waving goodbye to some traveler, but what is the child doing up so late and why is the man crying? On a siding beside the platform there is a lighted dining car where a waiter sits alone at a table, adding up his accounts. Beyond this is a water tower and beyond this a well-lighted and empty street. Then you think happily that this is your country - unique, mysterious and vast. #Quote by John Cheever

#16. When I was growing up, people didn't tell me to slow down, to do less, to be calmer, or to practice being content.
In fact, people told me to do the opposite: be involved, challenge myself, stay busy, push through the pain, chase after my goals, swing for the fences, do more, make more, go all out.
But you wanna know something? When it comes to dealing with the hard stuff in life, it's the slowing down and remembering the basics that are most important. Also, all of those other words sound exhausting. #Quote by Chad Eastham

#17. All he'd ever wanted was for nothing to change. Or for things to change only in the right ways, improving little by little, day by day, forever. It sounded crazy when you said it like that, but that was what baseball had promised him, what Westish College had promised him, what Schwartzy had promised him. The dream of every day the same. Every day was like the day before but a little bit better. You ran the stadium a little faster. You bench-pressed a little more. You hit the ball a little harder in the cage; you watched the tape with Schwartzy afterward and gained a little insight into your swing. Your swing grew a little simpler. Everything grew simpler, little by little. You ate the same food, work up at the same time, wore the same clothes. Hitches, bad habits, useless thoughts
whatever you didn't need slowly fell away. Whatever was simple and useful remained. You improved little by little til the day it all became perfect and stayed that way. Forever. #Quote by Chad Harbach

#18. But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn. Around millions of clocks swing hour hands, and minute hands, and second hands. Around goes the continual circle of the notes of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day, the circle of weeks forever revolving, and of months, and of years. #Quote by Madeleine L'Engle

#19. In 1957, with the arms race in full swing, the Department of Defense had decided it was just a matter of time before an airplane transporting an atomic bomb would crash on American soil, unleashing a radioactive disaster the likes of which the world had never seen. #Quote by Annie Jacobsen

#20. The full thing is God-given. I don't know how I got my swing or what I did. I know I worked every single day. I know I did as much as I could with my dad. But I never really looked at anything mechanical. There was nothing really like, 'Oh, put your hands here.' It was, 'Where are you comfortable? You're comfortable here; hit from there.' #Quote by Bryce Harper

#21. When eight row together with swing the boat becomes the ninth rower. #Quote by Phillip Thomas

#22. Somewhere out there are a few men with more innate talent at golf than Jack Nicklaus, or women with greater ability at tennis than Chris Evert or Martina Navratilova, but they will never lift a club or swing a racket and therefore will never find out how great they could have been. Instead, they'll be content to sit and watch stars perform on television. #Quote by Donald Trump

#23. Some scholars compare human biochemistry to an air-conditioning system that keeps the temperature constant, come heatwave or snowstorm. Events might momentarily change the temperature, but the air-conditioning system always returns the temperature to the same set point. Some air-conditioning systems are set at 70 degrees Fahrenheit. Others are set at twenty degrees. Human happiness conditioning systems also differ from person to person. On a scale from one to ten, some people are born with a cheerful biochemical system that allows their mood to swing between levels six and ten, stabilising with time at eight. Such a person is quite happy even if she lives in an alienating big city, loses all her money in a stock-exchange crash and is diagnosed with diabetes. Other people are cursed with a gloomy biochemistry that swings between three and seven and stabilises at five. Such an unhappy person remains depressed even if she enjoys the support of a tight-knit community, wins millions in the lottery and is as healthy as an Olympic athlete. Indeed, even if our gloomy friend wins $50,000,000 in the morning, discovers the cure for both AIDS and cancer by noon, makes peace between Israelis and Palestinians that afternoon, and then in the evening reunites with her long-lost child who disappeared years ago - she would still be incapable of experiencing anything beyond level seven happiness. Her brain is simply not built for exhilaration, come what may. #Quote by Yuval Noah Harari

#24. The Traveling Tradesman dangled a triangular stone on a string over her pregnant belly and studied the movement very closely. Red watched the Tradesman like he was a lunatic.
"What are you doing?" Red asked.
"I'm predicting the child's gender," the Traveling Tradesman said. "If the stone swings in a circle, it's a girl. If it moves back and forth, it's a boy."
"And what if it gets ripped out of your hand and thrown across the mine?"
"It's all right. I already know it's going to be a boy," Goldilocks said.
"How could you possibly know that?" Red asked.
"Mother's intuition," Goldilocks said. "It's the one perk that comes with the bloating, the back pain, and the unstable emotions."
"A niece would be better for me," Red said. "I could dress her up in little dresses, apply blush to her tiny cheeks, and put dainty bows in her hair! I suppose I could do that with a nephew, too, but he might resent me for it later."
Goldilocks rolled her eyes. "Your request has been submitted,"
Red grabbed the string of the Tradesman's triangular stone and forced it to swing in a circle above Goldilocks's stomach, as if that would do the trick. #Quote by Chris Colfer

#25. Life is a dance toward God, I began to think. And the dance is not so graceful as we might want. While we glide and swing out practiced sway, God crowds our feet, bumps our toes, and scuffs our shoes. So we learn to dance with the One who made us. And it is a difficult dance to learn, because its steps are foreign. #Quote by Donald Miller

#26. I'm going to need chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate.
Since tomorrow is my free night, I figure I will swing by Teresa's and visit, and as I recall, she always loved chocolate too. So tonight? I'm going to do a final test of my triple-chocolate chewies, dark chocolate cookies with white and milk chocolate chips, one of the recipes I'm thinking of including in the proposal, and I just want to make them one more time to be sure they are perfect. #Quote by Stacey Ballis

#27. The louder she screamed, the harder he whipped; and where the blood ran fastest, there he whipped longest. He would whip her to make her scream, and whip her to make her hush; and not until overcome by fatigue, would he cease to swing the blood-clotted cowskin. I remember the first time I ever witnessed this horrible exhibition. I was quite a child, but I well remember it. I never shall forget it whilst I remember anything. It was the first of a long series of outrages, of which I was doomed to be a witness and a participant. It struck me with awful force. It was the blood-stained gate, the entrance to the hell of slavery, through which I was about to pass. #Quote by Frederick Douglass

#28. Thinking about the things that happened, I don't know any other ball player would could have done what he (Jackie Robinson) did. To be able to hit with everybody yelling at him. He had to block all that out, block out everything but this ball that is coming in at a hundred miles an hour and he's got a split second to make up his mind if it's in or out or down or coming at his head, a split second to swing. To do what he did has got to be the most tremendous thing I've ever seen in sports. #Quote by Pee Wee Reese

#29. There are two different kinds of glee club in this world. The first sing barbershop favourites and Gershwin tunes, they swing gently, moving from side to side and sometimes clicking their fingers and winking. Howard could basically deal with that type. He had got through those occasions graced by glee clubs of that type. But these boys were not of that type. Swaying and clicking and winking were just how they got warmed up. Tonight this glee club had chosen as their opener 'Pride (In the Name of Love)' by U2, which they had taken the trouble to transform into a samba. They swayed, they clicked, they winked. They did coordinated spins. They switched places with each other. They moved forward, they moved back – always retaining their formation. They smiled the kind of smile you might employ when trying to convince a lunatic to quit holding a gun to your mother's head. #Quote by Zadie Smith

#30. The great thing about what we do at DTS, all the studios, but especially DTS, because we're talking about our film, is we swing for the fences. So that being said, we're out to tell the very best story we can with the highest quality that we're able to do. #Quote by Klay Hall

#31. I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the 'monkey mind'
the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl. #Quote by Elizabeth Gilbert