I’m a keeper of flocks. The flock is my thoughts And my thoughts are all sensations. I think with my eyes and with my ears And with my hands and feet And with my nose and mouth. Thinking about a flower is seeing and smelling it And eating a piece o...
BRET She looked like a Parisian river.. JEMAINE What, dirty? BRET She looked like a chocolate eclair.. JEMAINE That's rare. BRET Her eyes were reflections of eyes.. JEMAINE Ohh, nice. BRET And the rainbows danced in her hair.. JEMAINE Oh yea. BRET Sh...
Could we see things always as we have sometimes seen them—and as one day we must always see them, only far better—should we ever know dullness? Greatly as we might enjoy all forms of art, much as we might learn through the eyes and thoughts of ot...
[first lines] Zachry: [shivering beside the fire] Oh, lonesome night. And babbits bawling, the wind biting the bone. Wind like this... full of voices. Ancestry howling at you, yibbering stories, all voices tied up into one. One voice differing. One v...
Dr. Peter Venkman: Janine, any calls? Janine Melnitz: No. Dr. Peter Venkman: Any messages? Janine Melnitz: No. Dr. Peter Venkman: Any customers? Janine Melnitz: No, Dr. Venkman. Dr. Peter Venkman: It's a good job, huh? [she smiles] Dr. Peter Venkman:...
Sirius Black: I expect you're tired of hearing this, but you look so like your father. Except your eyes. You have... Harry: My mother's eyes. Sirius Black: It's cruel that I got to spend so much time with James and Lily, and you so little. But know t...
Willie: So what are you supposed to be, a lion tamer? Indiana Jones: I'm allowing you to tag along. So why don't you give your mouth a rest. Okay doll? Willie: What do you mean "tag along"? Ever since you got into my club, you haven't been able to ta...
Young Deborah: [to Noodles, reading the Torah] "My beloved is white and ruddy. His skin is as the most fine gold. His cheeks are as a bed of spices." Even though he hasn't washed since last December. "His eyes are as the eyes of doves. His body is as...
[Brad Jorgenson takes a small boulder and attempts to crush the skull of a dead Comanche warrior] Reverend Clayton: Jorgenson! Ethan: Why don't you finish the job? [shoots out the eyes of the Comanche warrior] Reverend Clayton: What good did that do ...
Kathy: You... you have a lot of very fine qualities. But... Joe Turner: What fine qualities? Kathy: You have good eyes. Not kind, but they don't lie, and they don't look away much, and they don't miss anything. I could use eyes like that. Joe Turner:...
Senior Ed Bloom: People needn't worry so much. It's not my time yet. This is not how I go. Will Bloom: Really? Senior Ed Bloom: Truly. I saw it in the eye. Will Bloom: The old lady by the swamp? Senior Ed Bloom: She was a *witch*. Will Bloom: No, she...
Are you still running that bar?” Maureen’s voice dropped to a shocked whisper on the last word and Hope rolled her eyes, working the pick through Maureen’s thick hair. “The Cue Club? Yes, ma’am, I am.” Angel leaned forward with her best d...
Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath...
Troy smiled down at her, and her heart jumped into her throat. The lights turned his skin colors. Red, green, blue. Glimpses of every shade of Troy, and they all looked good. The song ended, and the world seemed to stop, just her and Troy, standing i...
National boundaries are not evident when we view the Earth from space. Fanatical ethnic or religious or national chauvinisms are a little difficult to maintain when we see our planet as a fragile blue crescent fading to become an inconspicuous point ...
If you want to become a positive thinker, don't think lack, think abundance, for you and for everyone. Dream big; as bigger as the blue ocean. Become aware of your thoughts and you will be aware of yourself.
To specialize is to brush one tooth. When a person specializes he channels all of his energies through one narrow conduit; he knows one thing extremely well and is ignorant of almost everything else.
Honest to god, Clare, you act like the dress is more important than you being shot!” Of course it is! It’s a Versace, you idiot! Bring help! I’m going to save this dress at all costs.” - Sam to Clare
This is some sort of joke, isn't it?" asks Hunt, staring at the flawless blue sky and distant fields. I cough as lightly and briefly as possible into a handkerchief I have made from a towel borrowed from the inn. "Probably," I say. "But then, what is...
The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing strung between the chimneys. The sky was still dark - a sated, navy-blue woman - but the grass was jittery with the expect...
She wore a flowered blue dress of the type whores naturally favored, and that thing was so tight that when she moved, the daisies got all mixed up with the azaleas. She walked like a warm room full of smoke.
