Sprinkled Quotes


Aurora now fair daughter of the dawn Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

I now have great color sprinkled throughout my herd.

Memory has a spottiness as if the film was sprinkled with developer instead of immersed in it.

I wish I had more hair on my head. Maybe if I sprinkled fertilizer on it it would grow

I always make my favorite pancakes with milk and I also add some fruit - like a banana or apple with some cinnamon sprinkled on top. I also sometimes put peanut butter on my pancakes!

In the old covenants the people were sprinkled with blood of calves without in their bodies to bind them to keep the law; else we were bound to just damnation for the breaking of it.

From the sprinkled isles Lily on lily that o'erlace the sea.

There will be many failures sprinkled among the successes you enjoy.

A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.

As we all know the most effective lies are the ones sprinkled with the most actual truths.

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky forever in my dreams but out of my reach.

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magicwith divine creatureswho help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us

That's because I'm made of awesome." "And dipped in awesome." "And sprinkled with awesome." "Gods I love the taste of awesome.

The warm green of the grass sprinkled with flowers of many hues is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread.

Raising children is a journey generously sprinkled with what many view as teachable moments perhaps none as challenging as those surrounding faith and religion.

Now we are not merely to stick knowledge on to the soul: we must incorporate it into her; the soul should not be sprinkled with knowledge but steeped in it.

The world is not a solid continent of facts sprinkled by a few lakes of uncertainties but a vast ocean of uncertainties speckled by a few islands of calibrated and stabilized forms

June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her In vain would fond winds fan her back to life Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.