Swirls Quotes

Swirls Quote of the day

Artistic creativity is a whirlpool of imagination that swirls in the depths of the mind.

Swirls of antique stained glass, blazes of brass, forests of carved wood and waterfalls of crystal combine to make up the city's most fabulously festive interior.

Make-believe colors the past with innocent distortion, and it swirls ahead of us in a thousand ways - in science, in politics, in every bold intention.

O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.

With everything else that would swirl around me when I got involved in it, tennis was my main concern.

The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.

Luck is not the hand of God.... Luck is the way the wind swirls and the dust settles eons after God has passed by.

A woman's body is a dark and monstrous mystery; between her supple thighs a heavy whirlpool swirls, two rivers crash, and woe to him who slips and falls!

Visualize the soft white light continuing to expand as it gently swirls around, until it has filled the earth, the sky, the universe, and all of infinity.

O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now.

Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship's wake.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.

According to science, the universe began as a swirl of gas that, as it cooled, spun off the Ten Commandments.

The Earth swirls down through the ominous moons of preconsidered generations.

Live free or die. Four words. Thirteen letters. Ridges, bumps, swirls under my fingertips. Another story. We cling tightly to it, and our belief turns it to truth.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

I love Toronto's long autumns, warm with windy swirls of golden spores, redolent with giant, sun-roasted leaves flapping up and down the streets, and horrible winter always seeming far, far off!