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Oh, to be in England, now that England's gone. This World Service, this little bakelite gateway into the world of Sidney Box, Charters and Caldecott, Mazawattee tea, Kennedy's Latin Primer and dark, glistening streets. An
Irix, my beloved klepto.
Indigestion: A disease which the patient and his friends frequently mistake for deep religious conviction and concern for the salvation of mankind. As the simple Red Man of the Western Wild put it, with, it must be confessed, a certain force: 'Plenty well, no pray; big belly ache, heap God.'
Ulick Norman Owen.
Next morning, Letty cabbed out to an IHOP in the xeriscaped burbs, several miles west of the glitz of the Strip. The emotion of the previous night still clung.
India is my kid sister.
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
Rememberatorium),
friend Pepper Taylor," Vivienne pointed left,
A residence of many years in Yorkshire, and an inveterate habit of collecting all kinds of odd and out-of-the-way information concerning men and matters, furnished me, when I left Yorkshire in 1872, with a large amount of material, collected in that county, relating to its eccentric children.
SANE ASYLUM Ed Shank
Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.
Lady, can you speak up a little bit? Indianapolis is a little far from Europe - I can't hear you.
CHAPTER NINETY DI Wade 'How are
Coming back after seven months in Indian villages, I saw the craziness of the Western
Uncle Monty tell
Ibiza is very close to my heart.
Doctor doctor, what do you say, lets put the id back in yid
Ill winds blow far and find a ready welcome.
Niki Behrikis Shanahan
Hapmshire" typo,
I am not an intellectual. An intellectual is someone who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso, whereas I just say 'pass the mustard'.
Indolence is the devil's cushion.
The countryside they
I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.
What exactly does the I in FBI stand for?" ~Maggie Mae Castro
Now, if I had an Indian name, it would be 'Stands in Confusion'.
Indiana was such a devout disciple of Shakti that she had once considered taking her name until her father, Blake Jackson, managed to convince her that a Hindu goddess's name was not appropriate for a tall, voluptuous blond American with the looks of an inflatable doll.
I'm not an intellectual, I'm just a writer.
Intellection must address the matter of its feeling.
I am always suspicious of righteous indignation. Nothing is more cruel than righteous indignation.
someone in Tunis. Halabi
To sore make bad energy, make innocent cry, Aisyx no spread pain plague.
The Imagi-Nation is a little country in your head. When you're young, you go there to play. When you get older, you go there to worry.
So howled out for the world to give him a name.
The indark answered with wind.
Fraj-ile, I say, pronouncing it the way she does - as if it might be a popular tourist destination in the Pacific, beautiful Fraj Isle, with its white sandy beaches and shark-filled coves.
Here you can see the things that other people created but that I use to express my indiviualism.
'Ikiru' is existential but with a lot of tenderness.
People tried and failed to combine the words Izzy and Ymir. The closest they came was Izmir, but that had been the name of a city in Turkey.
The light, colors, and energy of Ibiza are constant sources of inspirations for my work. I always leave Ibiza recharged and full of ideas for new shades, looks, and products.
Anyway Ri Ri what rhymes wit your name really? Money got you vacationing in Chile
It was a beautiful Indian summer morning and perfect for savoring a few extra minutes in bed. There was a breeze blowing through my bedroom window; the air was as crisp as a bite of a fresh red apple.
it the bloody-brinjal-and-bugger-all. Which is
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
It strikes everyone in beginning to form an acquaintance with the treasures of Indian literature that a land so rich in intellectual products and those of the profoundest order of thought.
An island of surety in a changing world.
Up the well known creek
Irreverence is a declaration of independence.
I am now in Gibraltar. It is a large place and there does not seem to be room in this letter, in which to express my feelings about Moors in bare legs and six thousand Red-coats and to hear Englishmen speak again.
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere; and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing; and little children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville- great Casey has struck out.
Let the pronunciamento of your incognito do the incogitable that enlightens the incognizant.
CEO of People Incorporated,
Ipecac syrup of happiness. There Lowell would be. With Harlow.
Bite me, Rhys.'
'Where?
The best-educated doctor in the world is standing on a low island in the middle of a sea of ignorance.
I am indebted to the Indian Army, from my birth till now; I have grown and imbibed the indomitable spirit of this fighting force.
Hung Island, Georgia,
I locate Essential Spain at last - the cruel winds, the grinding poverty, the unforgiving landscape. It could be Wales.
it's time for us to go and face ISL once more and that meant interrogation from our new governor Silmois what fun. The fact we where back in ISL again made my stomach turn
Bagby Hot Springs.
I'm not anti-intellectual, just anti-misery.
If I would be given a chance to rewrite the dictionary, I would flip through the pages so quick and would replace India with, the land where beauty is redefined in itself, kindness has been touched, warmth has been spread and emotions has been felt.
On the Jellicoe road
There's an I in menagerie. - Black Annis
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
Avicenna California ... Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
The waves wash in, warm and salty,
leaving your eyebrows white and
the edge of your cheekbone. Your ear
aches. You are lonely. On the
underside of a satin leaf, hot
with shade, a scorpion sleeps. And
one Sunday I will be shot brushing
my teeth. I am a native of this island.
The [true] intellectual is he who does not let harm done to others and nor let any harm done to even one's own self.
Intoxicating" - Shannon
Angleterre Hotel,
Vincent Lingiari, I solemnly hand to you these deeds as proof, in Australian law, that these lands belong to the Gurindji people and I put into your hands this piece of the earth itself as a sign that we restore them to you and your children forever.
He was flying over India now, still making notes. He remembered hearing an Indian politician on TV talking about the British prime minister and being unable to pronounce her name properly. "Mrs. Torture," he kept saying. "Mrs. Margaret Torture." This was unaccountably funny.
It struck me that Albania was the sort of place that might keep a man from yawning.
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Indolence is the sleep of the mind.
Intellectuals suck, Nathan. They are the most boring people in the world.
People of Bihar are the most intelligent people on earth.
Indigence is one of those states, politicians less likely wish to manage.
The IIFA Weekend has my unprecedented support. The relationship between India and the UK is long standing and one we would like to keep developing forever.
I'm from the Delbert Home for the Unusual.
Melissa Biggs Bradley spent a decade as Travel Editor of 'Town & Country,' and later served as the founding editor of 'Town & Country Travel.' She then launched Indagare Souk, an online marketplace of global treasures.
Better Than You island doesn't exist. And if it does it's full of idiots, looking over their shoulder for the next idiot to arrive.
A lot of smart young people have come out of Indiana. The smarter they are, the faster they come out
WindClan territory
Maybe Ian doesn't come from london at all, but from Idaho. And not the potato part of Idaho, but the crazy, inbred parents locking their children up in a cabin, away from schooling and vitamins, guarding 'em safe with a twelve-gauge shotgun, part of Idaho.
I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak. Yes, that's me. I can interact impersonally at work, but that's it.
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.
this word needs to be reworded ==========
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
With 'Ilustrado,' I set out to change the way we read literature, and I think I failed spectacularly. In fact, I know I failed. In reaching further than I could, I may not have produced a life- or literature-changing book, but I did produce one I am proud of.
Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.
I dwell no more in Arcady, But when the sky is blue with May, And birds are blithe and winds are free, I know what message is for me, For I have been in Arcady.
A state that houses the NCAA headquarters. Quite frankly, if Indiana doesn't say that they're going to ban discrimination based on sexual orientation, the NCAA needs to move out of Indiana.
Indecision is a virus that can run through an army and destroy its will to win or even to survive.
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Indignation is a submission of our thoughts, but not of our desires.
The thorny point
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred
And know some nurture.
The true India resides in its villages
It looks deserted. Does anyone live here anymore?"
"Yes.As a matter of fact, I actually have some friends who live on the other side of the island."
"I didn't think you had any friends," Dee grumbled.
"Unlike you, Doctor, I am a good friend.
Frederick Mitchell-Hedges,