I think I would have liked to have been a twin. Sometimes my sisters and I get mistaken for twins, and I always take it as a compliment.
I wish I had a twin, so I could know what I'd look like without plastic surgery.
The saint and the sinner are twin brothers. . . one was born but the moment before the other.
hope and uncertainty [are] the twin ingredients necessary for romance to thrive. . . . Nothing begins with so much excitement and hope, or fails as often, as love.
The man who is ostentatious of his modesty is twin to the statue that wears a fig-leaf.
It may well be that we shall by a process of sublime irony have reached a state in this story where safety will be the sturdy child of terror, and survival the twin brother of annihilation.
Gratitude is twin sister to humility; Pride is foe to both.
They [twin beds] are the most stupid, the most perfidious, and the most dangerous invention in the world. Shame and a curse on who thought of them.
Skill is successfully walking a tightrope between the twin towers of New York's World Trade Center. Intelligence is not trying.
In a Town like Twin Peaks noone is innocent
The thought of a man being the murderer of his own daughter in the Twin Peaks was anathema to me. At the time, I had a 2-year-old daughter of my own, and that possibility really turned me off. I was praying that I wouldn't be the one.
Probably 90 percent of our life decisions are powered by the twin engines of inertia and laziness.
I fought with my twin, the enemy within.
Sometimes I wish I had every different sort of board that I could just bring out for this surf when I feeling like surfing this board. I love riding old single fins and twin fins.
President Bush paid homage Wednesday to World War II veterans of Normandy at the D-Day Memorial. Later that night, his twin daughters paid a special tribute to World War II veterans of the Pacific. They each downed two kamikazes.
Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup full of the foaming ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Bungiveagh and Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats, cunning as the sons of deathless Leda. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat.
When you have twin four-year-olds, you are able to dance like a fool, often. And I do.
The twin killers of success are impatience and greed.
I realized late in life that my twin passions are music and people.
There are no twin souls in God's universe.
