We don't have to start all over again and try to keep the slate clean. There is no more slate.
I know that nuclear is better than fossil fuels when it comes to carbon dioxide, but nuclear energy is by no means clean. We don't know what to do with the waste we already have and it seems like a bad idea to me to make more when we have so many cleaner options such as wind and solar.
It took a Clinton to clean up after the first Bush, it may take another Clinton to clean up after the second one
And our problems will crumble apart, the soul blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.
Every American expects and deserves clean air, and then we act on that belief, then we will set an example for the rest of the world to follow.
We presently have the technology. . . fuel cells, solar cells, hydrogen. . . the opportunities are amazing for clean energy.
Where has change ever been clean and nice? It has always been messy and painful.
In anything fit to be called by the name of reading, the process itself should be absorbing and voluptuous; we should gloat over a book, be rapt clean out of ourselves.
There's no getting away from it: you have to clean.
So far, Vancouver is my favorite relocation city. It feels like home. Parts of it remind me of the east coast. It's very clean. The food is great. And the people are lovely. Not that I didn't love working in other glamorous locations like Downey, Detroit, Cleveland or Bulgaria. . . but, damn, it is fun to be Canadian.
I've heard the rumors but you won't come clean. I guess I'm hoping it's because of me.
Please clean up after your dogma.
I was neat, clean, shaved and sober and I didn't care who knew it.
I knew that if I did not start chanting with people, that I would never be able to clean out the dark corners of my own heart. I knew it with every cell in my body and mind.
If I eat clean, I look 10 years younger.
I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. Little girl, a memory without blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure-an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment: is it not?
The nice thing about being detained in Canada is it's like being in a Days Inn; it's very clean and very nice.
We must make it an imperative duty of our government to protect the gifts which Nature has bestowed on America and to insure the maintenance of a clean, healthy, wholesome environment for our people.
Time washes clean, love's wounds unseen.
I think if Jesus had one shot at fixing us, He’d tell us how much He loves us. Jesus loves us right now, just as we are. He isn’t standing aloof, yelling at us to climb out of our pits and clean ourselves up so we can be worthy of Him. He is wading waist-deep into the muck of life, weeping with the broken, rescuing the lost, and healing the sick.