Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.
life's kind of like a painting. A really bizarre, abstract painting. You could look at it and think that all it is, is a blur. And you could continue living your life thinking that all it is, is just a blur. But if you really look at it, really see i...
One of the side effects of Viagra is blurred vision. Sounds great! When I’m taking a pill to pop a stiffy, how great is it that any woman I look at has blurred features and therefore is as beautiful as an impressionistic painting?
I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurr...
so is blurred so is blurred in me what white-haired gentleman separated once and for all and said this in the subject this is the object we fall asleep with one hand under our head and with the other in a mound of planets our feet abandon us and tast...
Po: [standing before a training dummy] Hey, what you got? You got nothing because I got it right here. You picking on my friends? Get ready to feel the thunder. Come out with the crazy feet. What you goin' to do about the crazy feet. I'm a blur! I'm ...
Han Solo: I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur, I see a big light blur. Luke: There's nothing to see. I used to live here, you know. Han Solo: You're going to die here, you know. Convenient.
Han Solo: [flying across the deserts of Tatooine] I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur, I see a big bright blur. Luke: There's nothing to see. I used to live here, you know. Han Solo: You're gonna die here, you know. Conveni...
When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a ...
As the lines on the palm and forehead … turned darker and thicker, as he matured along the highs and lows of life-wave, the hazy and blurred phrases shook off the dust of time and dried the moisture of pain, thus being vivid like an image on a carv...
Really, the '70s and '80s were a blur.
The Universal view melts things into a blur.
I can't keep track of my hospital time. It all sort of blurs together.
The differences between a tart, a pie and a quiche are a blur.
The blurring of fantasy and reality is something that the Japanese herald in their life, in their day-to-day commercialism.
the romance of solitude and small places, the blurring of identity.
I have to say that anger is the blanket that comes around me, and that blunts and blurs my sense of proportion.
The blurring of fact and fiction has great commercial potential, which is bound to be corrupting in historical terms.
There's a certain line between jokes and music and poetry that's a bit blurred in my mind.
I was raised on pop music. Anything classical ran together in a complicated blur.
When the line started to blur between the fans and the players, sometimes things can get ugly.
