Parks Quotes - Page 7

Bears don't live on Park Avenue.

When I think of nu-metal, I think of Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, Slipknot and even Chevelle - those types of bands.

Besides, you don't work for a dollar - you work to create and have fun.

A spark neglected has often raised a conflagration.

Wisdom is a blaze, kindled by a leaping spark.

You have to rely on whatever sparks you have inside.

Do you think there'd be a Givenchy in the hood if it wasn't for that South Park photo?

I can't go anywhere without being bugged by somebody. I'd love to just hike out down the street, or drop in a restaurant, or wander in the park, or take my kids somewhere without collecting a trail of people. But I can't.

A gentleman's park is my aversion. It is not beauty because it is not nature.

Those who despise fame seldom deserve it. We are apt to undervalue the purchase we cannot reach, to conceal our poverty the better. It is a spark which kindles upon the best fuel, and burns brightest in the bravest breast.

Jordan Henderson is a player who likes to do his business in the middle of the park.

A whole roomful of Jews is like a charged battery. The vitality sparks seem to fly, and frequently the result is a short circuit.

Glaciers are almost gone from Glacier National Park

Nature surrounds us, from parks and backyards to streets and alleyways. Next time you go out for a walk, tread gently and remember that we are both inhabitants and stewards of nature in our neighbourhoods.

But there was something about you that made me think of sparks and motion.

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Differences must be not merely tolerated, but seen as a fund of necessary polarities between which our creativity can spark like a dialectic.

Love partakes of the soul itself. it is of the same nature. like it, it is a divine spark, like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable, it is the point of fire which is within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can limit and nothing can extinguish.

The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.

When I was about fifteen, I went to work at Yosemite National Park. It changed me forever. Nature had carved its own sculpture, and I was part of it, not the other way around.

Genius is fine for the ignition spark, but to get there someone has to see that the radiator doesn't leak and no tire is flat.

The sentiment of national honor is never more than half extinguished in the French. It takes only a spark to re-kindle it.

And I remember going to the record studio and there was a park across the street and I'd see all the children playing and I would cry because it would make me sad that I would have to work instead.

It's very likely that graduates, current employees and retirees have some wonderful pieces of Deer Park history in their closets or garages.

Common sense is a vastly overrated virtue. I myself prefer the spark of genius.