If at anytime this life of ours grows feeble, or low, or lonely, I know no other remedy than to return to its Eternal Source, to God Himself; and through Him all the means of grace become again living and true; and through Him all His creatures becom...
I was a big and un-ironic fan of Dear Abby when I was a kid in Chicago. I think I sort of internalized her. So I have this inner Abby: cranky, proper, folksy yet scathing, with a beehive hairdo. But that's my issue.
A great deal of what many Americans hold dear is nowhere written on those four pages of parchment, or in any of the amendments. What has made the Constitution durable is the same as what makes it demanding: the fact that so much was left out.
At first I thought I was going to have to undress her, and dear gods, there was no way I could do that and not, well, think and feel the things I would. Then she grabbed the hem of her sweater and started to lift. I had to force myself from the bathr...
Dora's Client: [dictating a letter with her son] Dear Jesus, You're the worst thing to happen to me. I'm writing because your son Josue asked me to. I told him you're worthless, and yet, he still wants to meet you.
Jessie Stevens: Why do you think we moved so often? Your father was a swindler, dear, but a lovable one. If you ask me, this one's a bigger operator on every level. John Robie: Thank you, madam.
Frances Stevens: Maybe Mr. Houston doesn't care for gambling. Jessie Stevens: Everyone likes to gamble in one way or another, even you! Frances Stevens: I have an intense dislike for it. Jessie Stevens: Francie, dear, when the stakes are right, you'l...
Ellen: Oh Aunt Bethany, you shouldn't have done that. Aunt Bethany: Oh dear, did I break wind? Uncle Lewis: Jesus, did the room clear out, Bethany? Hell no, she means presents. You shouldn't have brought presents.
[young Jenny's father is chasing her through the fields to beat her when she stops and hides] Young Jenny Curran: Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far. Far far away from here.
Anna: Um, I was just wondering, has another young woman, the queen perhaps, I don't know, come through here recently? Oaken: The only one crazy enough to be out in this storm is you, dear. [Kristof enters, covered in snow and ice] Oaken: You and this...
Edward R. Murrow: [Referring to a Julius Caesar quote said by Senator McCarthy] Had Senator McCarthy looked just three lines earlier he would have found this: "The fault dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves... "
Dimpled Woman on Train: Anything from the trolly, dears? Ron: [Holding up his sandwiches] No thanks, i'm all set. Harry: [Taking some coins out of his pocket] We'll take the lot! Ron: Whoa!
Lt. Col. Ocker: [Pluskat, inside a bunker, has just realized the Normandy invasion has begun and is warning Ocker, who is skeptical] And just where, my dear Pluskat, are those ships going? Maj. Werner Pluskat: Straight for me!
Waldo Lydecker: My dear, either you were born on a extremely rustic community, where good manners are unknown, or you suffer from a common feminine delusion that the mere fact of being a woman exempts you from the rules of civilized conduct.
Pita: Dear God, I do not ask for health or wealth. People ask you so often that you can't have any left. Give me, God, what else you have. Give me what no-one else asks for. Amen.
Mr. Collins: Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel. Charlotte Lucas: Just put on whatever you bought that's best. Mr. Collins: Lady Catherine has never been averse to the truly humble.
Roman Castevet: I think we're offending Rosemary... Rosemary Woodhouse: I wasn't offended, really I wasn't. Roman Castevet: You're not religious, my dear, are you? Rosemary Woodhouse: I was brought up a Catholic... now, I don't know.
Prince John: Taxes! Taxes! Beautiful, lovely taxes! Ah-hah! Ah-hah! Hiss: Sire, you have an absolute skill for encouraging contributions from the poor. [chuckles] Prince John: To coin a phrase, my dear counselor, rob the poor to give the rich.
Private Jack Bell: My dear wife, you get something twisted out of your insides by all this blood, filth, and noise. I want to stay changeless for you. I want to come back to you the man I was before.
The Monster: [picks last petal off a flower and throws it into the well] Little Girl: Now throw a kiss and say "Bye bye." The Monster: [throws kiss, waves, and grunts "bye bye"] Little Girl: Oh dear. Nothing left. What shall we throw in now?
Vic Munoz: Mr Robert Plant, he signed-signed my t-shirt five minutes ago! Please don't smear it. Oh, dear God. Please don't smear it. But five minutes ago, he touched this pen. He touched this pen!
