Worry - a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.
The only time I ever appeared in the 'Enquirer' was for a piece about people who let their hair grow gray. I guess I'm not much of a wild child.
Fair use is always going to be a gray area, and it should be. We need to allow for things we can't see yet.
Gray hair is God's graffiti.
'Will Grayson, Will Grayson' is about two guys named Will Grayson who live in different Chicago suburbs who eventually meet each other.
My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
Gray skies are just clouds passing over.
I've tried doing so, for it was never my intention to paint only with gray. But in the course of my work I have eliminated one color after another, and what has remained is gray, gray, gray!
Most consequential choices involve shades of gray, and some fog is often useful in getting things done.
Electricity, the peril the wind sings to in the wires on a gray day.
Part of me longs to do a job where there's not a gray area.
Sometimes I miss the spirit of London, but it's a very gray place.
For all its ubiquity and its universality, war offers the attraction of the extraordinary - the escape from the gray everyday, from the humdrum into higher things.
Many foxes grow gray but few grow good.
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