Will Turner: My name is Will Turner, my father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins. Ragetti: Why, it's the spittin' image of our Bootstrap Bill, come back to haunt us. Will Turner: On my word, do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger ...
President Merkin Muffley: I will not go down in history as the greatest mass-murderer since Adolf Hitler. General "Buck" Turgidson: Perhaps it might be better, Mr. President, if you were more concerned with the American People than with your image in...
Moses: Does your god live on this mountain? Sephora: Sinai is His high place, His temple. Moses: If this god is God, he would live on every mountain, in every valley. He would not be the god of Ishmael or Israel alone, but of all men. It is said he c...
[Richter and his men shoot Quaid numerous times, but he just gets up and starts laughing] Richter: [Realizing what's going on] Son of a bitch. [Quaid's image suddenly fades away and the real Quaid comes around the corner and starts shooting. Richter ...
This is not another book about seeking fulfillment in your singleness. As beings created in God’s image, we were designed for relationship—that’s why extended singleness leaves so many women discontent. It’s also why we should be intentional ...
In major movies these days, the fine details of music, instrumentation and sound design are lost. This is a shame, and it is one of the various reasons that make me not want to be part of the entertainment business. Although I have done it in the pas...
Rare and powerful harmonies exist, Shaping both scent and contour in a flower. Thus brilliance lies unseen by us until, Beneath the chisel, it blazes in the diamond. And thus do images of fleeting vision, Drifting above like cloud-forms in the sky, O...
Poetry is only the highest eloquence of passion, the most vivid form of expression that can be given to our conception of anything, whether pleasurable or painful, mean or dignified, delightful or distressing. It is the perfect coincidence of the ima...
She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and th...
I don't know why people feel that I am snooty. I am not a person who has ever given an interview on image building. I have never been that person, as I am very confident of what I do. People do PR, but I get completely foxed. I don't know how to do i...
Growing up changes more than playground games and body shapes.
there are these places on your poem, / where I want to write bodies.
A girl's body was a prize. It had to be more than asked for. It had to be earned, worshipped, and avowed.
She didn’t dare expose her heart the way she’d exposed her body.
With timid curiosity, I asked, “what do you mean the old bodies get reused?
Flesh, blood, bone--the body is only a container for who we truly are inside.
The man was more temperamental than she was. Not an easy feat. (Mina's view of Diego.)
The lawyer's world is entire unto itself, the human pared away.
We can be tired, weary and emotionally distraught, but after spending time alone with God, we find that He injects into our bodies energy, power and strength.
It is not the soul alone that should be healthy; if the mind is healthy in a healthy body, all will be healthy and much better prepared to give God greater service.
Changing my body has given me the ability to do all these amazing things that I never in a million years imagined I could do.
