Sage

He is a sage.

She rubbed her eyes.

He rubbed his hands together.

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No sage, even, could avoid it.

She rubbed her hair with a towel.

He rubbed his eyes with his hands.

I sure rubbed your nose in shit.

The mother rubbed the sick child's back.

But the truth is it doesn't really matter which sage said it first, because it's still sage advice, even today.

He rubbed the rust off with a file.

That would be Sage Smith Pallotta a real social

He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.

He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.

And, after all this, as the great Chinese sage Lao Tzu said,

Indian medical text, attributed to Sushruta an ancient Indian sage as follows

'In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,

Here's a picture of the kids that's Sage, and Annalisa and Rider.

Early explorers rubbed cocaine in their eyes to kill the pain of it.

He turned his head, irritated and in pain, and rubbed it on the carpet.

Note the textbook, the sage on the stage, and the sleeping guy in the back.

And this is right about when I got this sage advice to build up my resume.

Well, my exwife Marilyn's a decorator. I guess at lot of it rubbed off on me.

Dickon's grin spread until he seemed all wide, red, curving mouth, and he rubbed his rough head.

He rubbed his eyes and felt his neck again. This beats ghosts, he said, and laughed stupidly.

And their hand got contaminated with the outside of the mask, and then they rubbed their nose.

Sage Bionetworks is a nonprofit that's built a giant math system that's waiting for data, but there isn't any.

In the Mafia tradition of organized crime, any member who discloses its operation is sure to be rubbed out.

Dickon looked more puzzled than ever and even rubbed his hand over his rough head again, but he answered quite good humoredly.

The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes then it watched the Queen till she was out of sight then it chuckled.

Some sage and repeatedly furry monks at this place called the d.school designed a meeting that you can literally step out of when it's over.

She sat up on her heels again and rubbed the end of her nose with the back of her hand as if puzzled for a moment, but she ended quite positively.

The two others kept their hands behind them and constantly rubbed them against each other, as if in joyful anticipation of a great squabble which must end up in their favour.

Because one Sage spoke so clearly about it that this voice could speak to any person from anywhere in the world, about what this, that dwells within this body, spoke of its universality.

She had a little sensor at the end of her prosthesis that then she rubbed over different surfaces, and she could feel different textures of sandpaper, different grits, ribbon cable, as it pushed on her reinnervated hand skin.

You know, so I could turn to pretty much any sage from Shakespeare to Stephen Colbert to point out things like the fact that we're noble in reason and infinite in faculties and just kind of awesome er than anything else on the planet when it comes to all things cerebral.