Some articles on thousand, million, thousands:
... Thousand Cranes (千羽鶴, Senbazuru?) is a 1952 novel by Japanese author Yasunari Kawabata ... The novel is divided into five episodes "Thousand Cranes", "A Grove in the Evening Sun", "Figured Shino", "Her Mother's Lipstick" and "Double Star" ...
... the 2011 Polish census, Silesian nationality was declared by 809 thousand responders out of 5 million in the region, including 362 thousand who declared it as their only nationality, 418 thousand who declared it as ...
... these numbers to include only twenty thousand monastics five thousand students, twelve thousand bodhisattva monastics, and three thousand elders ... Of the twelve thousand bodhisattva monastics, five thousand should be spreading the Dharma through public preaching and teaching, three thousand serving as ... into a pure land by the dedication and sacrificial hard work of thousands of average bodhisattvas who were mindful of what their concerted witness could mean ...
1, 1914, the income had increased to one hundred and twenty thousand, showing something of the growth of the city ... the new federal building, erected at a cost of one hundred and seventy thousand dollars ...
... A temple, called the Thousand Buddha Temple (Qianfosi) was founded at the foot of the hill ... Eventually, the hill was renamed after the temple into "Thousand Buddha Mountain" ... the name of Lishan Road, the major avenue which runs through Jinan towards the Thousand Buddha Mountain in north-south direction ...
Famous quotes containing the words million and/or thousand:
“The man who invented Eskimo Pie made a million dollars, so one is told, but E.E. Cummings, whose verse has been appearing off and on for three years now, and whose experiments should not be more appalling to those interested in poetry than the experiment of surrounding ice-cream with a layer of chocolate was to those interested in soda fountains, has hardly made a dent in the doughy minds of our so-called poetry lovers.”
—John Dos Passos (18961970)
“Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.”
—Christopher Marlowe (15641593)