After years in white
After years in white theaters I dreaded working in colored houses. The noise, the stomping, whistling, and cheering that hadn’t annoyed me when I was young was now something I dreaded. Ethel Waters
Whistling
For me, winning isn’t
For me, winning isn’t something that happens suddenly on the field when the whistle blows and the crowds roar. Winning is something that builds physically and mentally every day that you train and every night that you dream. Emmitt Smith
The sarcasm made a
The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers’ head. Eoin Colfer
See it\\’s easy as
See it’s easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie While I’m waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer. Eminem
When there\\’s time for
When there’s time for whistling, there’s a lot of time on a show. Ellen DeGeneres
Who are the happiest
Who are the happiest people on earth? A craftsman or artist whistling over a job well done. A little child building sand castles. A mother, after a busy day, bathing her baby. A doctor who has finished a difficult and dangerous operation, and saved a human life. Happiness lies in a constructive job well done. … Read more
No clouds are in
No clouds are in the morning sky, The vapors hug the stream, Who says that life and love can die In all this northern gleam? At every turn the maples burn, The quail is whistling free, The partridge whirs, and the frosted burs Are dropping for you and me. Ho! hillyho! heigh O! Hillyho! In … Read more
If the pressure is
If the pressure is getting to you, whistle. In a barely audible way. It’s the best way I know of to let go of tension. Music gets your mind off the situation, and the act of whistling melts the tension out of your body. Fuzzy Zoeller
For awhile after you
For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming. F. Scott Fitzgerald
A springful of larks
A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill’s shoulder. Dylan Thomas