[Frodo wanders in the woods. Boromir comes up behind him, gathering wood] Boromir: None of us should wander alone, you least of all. Frodo? I know you suffer, I see it day by day. Are you sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo...
[first lines] Lt. Col. Henry Braymore Blake: Radar. Cpl. Walter 'Radar' O'Reilly: Yes, sir. I'll get ahold of Major Burns... Lt. Col. Henry Braymore Blake: I want you to get a hold of Major Burns... Cpl. Walter 'Radar' O'Reilly: ...Tell him to hold a...
Grandpa: [voiceover] Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around. Buttercup: Farm boy, polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning. Westley: As you wish. Grandpa: [voiceover] "As you wish" was all h...
Sarah Connor: [narrating] Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down: Skynet, Judgment Day, the history of things to come. It's not everyday you find out that you're responsible for three billion deaths. He took it pretty well. Miles Dyson:...
Travis Bickle: Hello Betsy. Hi, it's Travis. How ya doin'? Listen, uh, I'm, I'm sorry about the, the other night. I didn't know that was the way you felt about it. Well, I-I didn't know that was the way you felt. I-I-I would have taken ya somewhere e...
[on phone] Jake Hoyt: Hello? Alonzo Harris: Hoyt? Jake Hoyt: Yes, sir? Alonzo Harris: You on your way to roll call? Jake Hoyt: Yes, sir, I'm on my way out the door right now. Alonzo Harris: Hoyt. Jake Hoyt: Yes, sir? Alonzo Harris: Patrol ferries go ...
[Charles reads Logan's mind, and appears in the future] Professor X: Charles. Charles Xavier: Charles. [looks around] Charles Xavier: Is this what becomes of us? Erik was right. Humanity does this to us. Professor X: Not if we show them a better path...
Logan: So I wake up in my younger body, God knows where, and then what? Professor X: You'll need to go to my house and find me. Convince me of all this. Logan: Won't you be able to read my mind? Professor X: I didn't have my powers in 1973. Logan, yo...
Patsey: I went to Massa Shaw's plantation! Edwin Epps: Ya admit it. Patsey: Freely. And you know why? [she produces a piece of soap from the pocket of her dress] Patsey: I got this from Mistress Shaw. Mistress Epps won't even grant me no soap ta clea...
She’s a manner of speaking. Even the flowers don’t come back, or the green leaves. There are new flowers, new green leaves. There are other beautiful days. Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.
One is never alone with a book nearby, don't you agree? Every page reminds us of a day that has passed and makes us relive the emotions that filled it. Happy hours underlined in red pencil, dark ones in black...
I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.
(M)uch as we might imagine we can leave the past behind, it has a nasty way of pressing its hoary old face against the window just as we were sitting down to the feast.
The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids--just as I am doing now--and gives way to dreams, which is why the night is so much more mysterious than the day.
God desires to be Lord over you. Not Lord around your schedule. Until you learn to schedule your life around Him you will never know Him. The Lord is inviting His last day children to rediscover the joy of His presence.
Well, that's convenient" said Jace. "I guess blessings are easier to come by than I thought. Maybe I should ask for blessings on my mission against all those who wear white after labor day.
I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.
I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.
I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I feel for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling.
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.
