Bud Powell's probably the biggest influence on my piano playing.
Bud Powell's probably the biggest influence on my piano playing.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
I still do a bit of this and a bit of that. Some brews and there's nothing wrong with a bud or two! I still do a bit of this and a bit of that. Some brews and there's nothing wrong with a bud or two!
And the Nelumbo bud that floats for ever
With Indian Cupid down the holy river-
Fair flowers, and fairy!
A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice.
This is a coup for commissioner Bud Selig. I'm surprised it's as good as it is.
Nip the shoots of arbitrary power in the bud, is the only maxim which can ever preserve the liberties of any people.
Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.
It's the relationships between people that are more important than the sort of far away fantasies of what the good life is, the world of supermodels and Bud ads.
Bud Johnson, God rest his soul of fame, a tenor saxophonist. Bud was always a big, big, big booster of mine and he always when I first met Bud in Pittsburgh when he came through there, he heard me sing and he wanted me to come to Chicago.
Mr Speaker, I smell a rat; I see him forming in the air and darkening the sky; but I will nip him in the bud.
The bud of victory is always in the truth.
Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating.
I was also lucky to play for an owner, Bud Selig, who truly cared about his players. He'd call me into his office once in a while when he knew things weren't going so well. And it's funny. Every time I left there I always felt like something good was about to happen.
And writers say, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories