One Sunday morning the
One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and – pop! – out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar. Eric Carle
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One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and – pop! – out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar. Eric Carle
It’s fascinating to see how things have changed. Basically, every time the US government gets off the soapbox of the Sunday-morning talk shows, the average American’s support for the surveillance revelations grows. Edward Snowden
On Sunday mornings, as the dawn burned into day, swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash, hovering and dropping in the cold clear light. Edward Conlon
Finally on Sunday morning, October 7, 1849, \”He became quiet and seemed to rest for a short time. Then, gently, moving his head,\” he said, \”Lord help my poor soul.\” As he had lived so he died-in great misery and tragedy. Edgar Allan Poe
I been seeing newspapers every Sunday morning, white dudes be in there in their drawers, never having no bulge in they drawers. Smiling at you. If I ain’t have no bulge, I wouldn’t be smiling! Eddie Murphy
When on a Sunday morning we hear the old bells ring out, we ask ourselves, \”Is it possible! This is done on account of a Jew crucified two thousand years ago who said he was the Son of God. The proof of such an assertion is wanting\”. Friedrich Nietzsche
I came in on this movie after there had been a director and I came in after Tom Courtenay had talked to Ron Harwood about making a movie. So, you know Tom and Albert Finney had been friends since the beginning of their career as they became stars around the same time – Tom always … Read more
Smile more than you cry, Give more than you take, and Love more than you Hate. Drake
I’m pretty much a 9-to-5 kind of guy. I usually get to work about 8 in the morning, and I work until 4 or 5, and sometimes I work on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Pretty much I keep the same hours as an accountant or clerk or whatever. Douglas Preston
What? Sunday morning in an English family and no sausages? God bless my soul, what’s the world coming to, eh? Dorothy L. Sayers