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Tag Name "Nods" (24)

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Nods from the Gilded pointers - Nods from the Seconds slim - Decades of Arrogance between The Dial life - And Him -
Emily Dickinson
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And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
William C. Bryant
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If a listener nods his head when you're explaining your program, wake him up.
Alan Perlis
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The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.
Alexander Pope
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The quicker we get rid of the lobby system the better for all of us. I don't think in this day and age it is tenable to have these nods and winks, and on-the-record and off-the-record briefings.
Charles Kennedy
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There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says 'Morning, boys. How's the water?' And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes 'What the hell is water?'
David Foster Wallace
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Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods.
Horace
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After a lifetime of nods, frowns and stoic smiles, they were both fluent in emotional shorthand.
Jamie Ford
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Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
John Milton
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I shake my head. I pick up the rake and start making the dead-leaf pile neater. A blister pops and stains the rake handle like a tear. Dad nods and walks to the Jeep, keys jangling in his fingers. A mockingbird lands on a low oak branch and scolds me. I rake the leaves out of my throat. Me: Can you buy some seeds? Flower seeds?
Laurie Halse Anderson
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So, like I asked, what’s with the nightie?” “It smells like what I always think mothers smell like,” I tell him honestly, knowing I don’t have to explain. He nods. “My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it’s turning me on.
Melina Marchetta
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I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod my shadow does that much better.
Plutarch
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I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two human beings go off, feeling a little less anonymous.
Robert Breault
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Because I cannot flatter and look fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy.
William Shakespeare
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Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.
Alexander Pope
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That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity's small change in general society.
Charles Dickens
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As soon as you go into merchandising, everyone nods sagely and says, 'Ah, now we know why you are doing it.
Dave Sim
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Just... ate, M says, frowning at me a little. Two days...ago. I grab my stomach again. Feel empty. Feel... dead. He nods. Marr...iage.
Isaac Marion
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The King walks. He nods. His glance is like God's touch - under it all things spring to life. A wave of his hand and a hundred musicians tear into the Handel, making a sound you've never heard before, and never will again. A sound that goes through you, through flesh and bone, and reorders the very beat of your heart.
Jennifer Donnelly
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We do nods to Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible because they are popular with our fan base.
Keenen Ivory Wayans
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I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.“ She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like?” “Smaller, for a start.
Laurie Halse Anderson
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He nods. My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it's turning me on.
Melina Marchetta
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I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.
Sarah Helen Whitman