Certain things were deemed to be offensive. It was usually bad language.
Nothing is ever as bad as the energy wasted worrying over it.
Being bad feels pretty good, huh?" - John Bender
Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.
To truly know what is good in life you must experience the bad as well.
People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing.
Hide your good actions as you would your bad.
When improv is bad, it's excruciating to watch, and to be involved with it is a unique type of torture.
I find that a lot of women respond to my work in that it doesn't make them feel bad about themselves.
Blunders are an inescapable feature of war, because choice in military affairs lies generally between the bad and the worse.
Starting and feeding into the cultural war is absolutely unequivocally wrong for us as a nation and bad for the conservative movement.
By balancing your breathing, you can control your emotions and calm your mind. From the quiet mind arises the wisdom and insight that help you make good choices.
. . . when you are stressed, if you take three deep breaths before you say or do anything, this will help prevent you from making choices you might regret later.
When your breath is slow and deep, your mind calm, raise your hands and focus on your palms. You will feel the subtle energy that connects body and mind: LifeParticles.
When you are stressed, if you take three deep breaths before you say or do anything, this will help prevent you from making choices you might regret later.
He was staring straight ahead, still breathing hard. “I have something I want to give you.” “I gathered that.” At that he jerked his gaze back to hers and almost reluctantly grinned. “Not that.
It's not getting from A to B. It's not the beginning or the destination that counts. It's the ride in between...This train is alive with things that should be seen and heard. It's a living, breathing something -- you just have to want to learn its rh...
As long as you draw breath anywhere -here or ten thousands miles from here- I will love you. I can't help loving you, so I choose to hate you...to make my love bearable.
And then something happened. It was a fragment of time, a breath of time. It was like being in a car in pouring rain and driving under an overpass, and for just that second there is a profound, powerful sense of reprieve- the utter silence of non-rai...
We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.
When you turn around, you'll see something I bet you've never seen before. If it takes your breath away, then you'll fit in nicely. If you don't feel anything, then maybe you don't belong here.
