Common sense is the guy who tells you that you ought to have had your brakes relined last week before you smashed a front end this week. Common sense is the Monday morning quarterback who could have won the ball game if he had been on the team. But he never is. He's high up in the stands with a flask on his hip. Common sense is the little man in a grey suit who never makes a mistake in addition. But it's always someone else's money he's adding up.
What kind of tea do you want?" "There´s more than one kind of tea?. . . What do you have?" "Let´s see. . . Blueberry, Raspberry, Ginseng, Sleepytime, Green Tea, Green Tea with Lemon, Green Tea with Lemon and Honey, Liver Disaster, Ginger with Honey, Ginger Without Honey, Vanilla Almond, White Truffle Coconut, Chamomile, Blueberry Chamomile, Decaf Vanilla Walnut, Constant Comment and Earl Grey. " -"I. . Uh. . . What are you having?. . . Did you make some of those up?
When all candles be out, all cats be grey.
There's so much grey to every story - nothing is so black and white.
Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
I feel like I'm the only person - or woman, at least - who hasn't read 'Fifty Shades of Grey.
That wouldn't be a first, now would it?" "Jean. " "Jean Grey is dead, Agent. " "Yeah, that'll last.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
Frankly I don't listen to lyrics (a problem in that I apparently work in musical theatre) I just want a good tune that doesn't require the use of too much grey matter.
Grey is the devil's favorite color.
Just because everyone CAN publish a book these days, doesn't mean everyone SHOULD. The world doesn't need 1000 knock-offs of 50 Shades of Grey. I'm not so sure the world even needed ONE 50 Shades of Grey.
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even, Doth half that glory to the sober west, As those two mourning eyes become thy face: O! let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack
I prefer to work with grey characters rather than black and white.
Over to my left is the big grey wall in front of the church. Are we the Thoughts of God? a poster asks. No, I realise. It's the reverse.
No one is anything but a shade of grey. It's good people making bad choices.
I'm trying to incorporate colour into my life. Until recently, everything in my closet was black, white, grey, navy or olive.
Avoid kneeling in unheated stone churches. Ecclesiastical dampness causes prematurely grey hair.
The storm lashes us, out of the confusion of grey and yellow the hail of splinters whips forth the childlike cries of the wounded, and in the night shattered life groans painfully into silence. Our hands are earth, our bodies clay and our eyes pools of rain. We do not know whether we are still alive.
The world isn't black and white, Annie, it's shades of grey.
My first car was in 2006 when I got on my first TV show - a BMW 328i2 four-door sedan in slate grey. That was a great day, that was.