Quotes about Park

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Of course, uniformity rules everywhere. But in this park it has a wider choice of uniforms. So you can hold on to the illusion of your own individuality.

I put the car in Park and kill the ignition. When I do so, I feel the tidal-wave rush, as I knew I would—the shakes, the post-adrenaline, post-traumatic physical reaction.

The charming island of Rock Island, three miles long and half a mile wide, belongs to the United States, and the Government has turned it into a wonderful park, enhancing its natural attractions by art, and threading its fine forests with many miles of drives. Near the center of the island one catches glimpses, through the trees, of ten vast stone four-story buildings, each of which covers an acre of ground.

I'd soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day as recommend you to bestow your heart on him!

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.