quote by Howard Dean

The State of the Union may look rosy from the White House balcony or the suites of George Bush's wealthiest donors. But hardworking Americans will see through this president's efforts to wrap his radical agenda with a compassionate ribbon.

— Howard Dean

Delightful Balcony quotations

It was just a typical London flat, but it was in a great neighborhood.

It was across from the Playboy Club, diagonally. From one balcony you could read the time from Big Ben, and from the other balcony you could watch the bunnies go up and down.


Someday when peace has returned to this odd world I want to come to London again and stand on a certain balcony on a moonlit night and look down upon the peaceful silver curve of the Thames with its dark bridges.

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We sat around on a hotel balcony with a bottle of wine and tried to figure out how you would go about blowing up a planet. That's the kind of conversations science fiction writers have when they get together. We don't talk about football or anything like that.

I try and take lots of vitamins and I don't drink.

I do smoke, though, I'd be insufferable if I didn't smoke, you'd have to push me off a balcony I'd be so boring.

She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.


You cannot hear the name Martin Luther King, Jr.

, and not think of death. You might hear the words 'I have a dream,' but they will doubtlessly only serve to underscore an image of a simple motel balcony, a large man made small, a pool of blood. For as famous as he may have been in life, it is - and was - death that ultimately defined him.

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning.

The word is a bouncing ball The ruler throws from his balcony.

The word has been a shot of morphine. Rulers calm their people with speeches.

The best way to know how Virender Sehwag's mind works is to sit next to him in the players' balcony when India are batting. Every few minutes he will clutch his head and yell, 'Chauka gaya' or 'Chhakka gaya'.

I climbed down the outside of a Holiday Inn once just to surprise one of my crew by getting on his balcony and knocking on his window.


I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, “at nine o’clock.

Don’t open your door to anyone else.” “Not even my balcony door?” “Especially not your balcony door.

In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.

When I was 12 years old, I was just horrible.

My parents were ashamed to watch my matches. I would play on a court at the local club and they would watch from the balcony. They would scream, 'Be quiet' to me and I would scream back, 'Go and have a drink. Leave me alone.' Then we would drive home in a very quiet car. No one speaking to each other.

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning.

.. hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

And all those who look down on me I'm tearing down your balcony.


...and the red sun of desire and decision (the two things that create a live world) rose higher and higher, while upon a succession of balconies a succession of libertines, sparkling glass in hand, toasted the bliss of past and future nights.

He couldn't tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the memory, a wound that would ache whenever certain things combined - the taste of gin at mid-day, the smell of flowers under a balcony, the clang of corrugated iron, an ugly bird flopping from perch to perch.

The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, the browser, the borrower is king.

Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep.

The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.

It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully.


Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying.

..and every day on the balcony of the sea wings open fire is born and everything is blue again like morning.

You couldn’t get rid of the past. You couldn’t ignore it, or bury it, or throw it over the balcony. You just had to learn to live beside it. It had to peacefully co exist with your present. If I could figure out how to do that, I could be okay.

My life's work has been to prompt others and be forgotten.

Remember that night when Christian came to your balcony? That moment sums up my life. While I was below in the shadows, others climbed up to kiss the sweet rose.

We were both young when I first saw you.

I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air.

There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.


When I think about myself, my thought seeks itself in the ether of a new space.

I am on the moon as others are on their balconies. I participate in planetary gravitation in the fissures of my mind.

Let not the author eat up the man, so that he shall be all balcony and no house.

I made a terrible mistake. I got caught up in the excitement of the moment. I would never intentionally endanger the lives of my children. I love my children. I was holding my son tight. Why would I throw a baby off the balcony? That's the dumbest, stupidest story I ever heard.

Over the weekend the vultures got into the presidential palace by pecking through the screens on the balcony windows and the flapping of their wings stirred up the stagnant time inside, and at dawn on Monday the city awoke out of its lethargy of centuries with the warm, soft breeze of a great man dead and rotting grandeur.

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel.


I sat at the foot of a huge tree, a statue of the night, and tried to make an inventory of all I had seen, heard, smelled, and felt: dizziness, horror, stupor, astonishment, joy, enthusiasm, nausea, inescapable attraction. What had attracted me? It was difficult to say: Human kind cannot bear much reality.

I love to walk through the streets of Jesus Maria and Pueblo Libre.

The Spanish colonial buildings are in bright colors, two stories high, with these intricate wooden, windowed balconies.

I urge you to be bold. Life isn't changed from the balcony. Get onto the floor and dance, dance, dance.

I walked out and Jack Nicholson was sitting about six feet away, so I avoided that area and I looked up at the balcony in the back and sang the song.