We follow a path of discovery, strung like pearls on a thread of curiosity, lending richness to our work.
What strikes the oyster shell doesn't damage the pearl.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
People don't want to be bothered, if they're not being pressured to change. You have to push people. You have to be the agitator that makes the pearl.
I would love to be erased from our association with Pearl Jam or the Nymphs and other first time offenders.
Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life?
Whatever pearl you seek, look for the pearl within the pearl!
From a grain of sand in the Pearl comes.
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of ten times double gain of happiness.
There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.
I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss
Depression can be the sand that makes the pearl. Most of my best work came out of it.
If all the circumstances of acting are made to easy, then there's no grain of sand to make the pearl.
See that you buy the field where the Pearl is; sell all, and make a purchase of salvation. Think it not easy: for it is a steep ascent to eternal glory: many are lying dead by the way, slain with security.
Pearl is a disease of oysters. Levant is a disease of Hollywood.
As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
The success of our surprise attack on Pearl Harbor will prove to be the Waterloo of the war to follow. For this reason the Imperial Navy is massing the cream of its strength in ships and planes to assure success.
There are no preconditions for jealousy. You don't have to be right, you don't have to be reasonable. Take Othello. He was neither right nor reasonable, and Desdemona ended up dead. I wouldn't mind Leanne ending up dead. I wouldn't mind exploding her into fireworks of peacock and pearl.
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Any conversations we hear about 'So who are Pearl Jam marketing to?' are despicable.
