My dear doctor, I am surprised to hear you say that I am coughing very badly, as I have been practising all night.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away --
Oh come in from the confines of your own mind my dear Because worry is all you'll find there it's clear And tomorrow will always come And tomorrow may well bring the sun
Self love is an ocean and your heart is a vessel. Make it full, and any excess will spill over into the lives of the people you hold dear. But you must come first.
Mike Nichols asked if I would do The Birdcage. Mike and I are dear friends but he had never offered me a feature role in a movie. My television career opened other doors for me.
No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
Dear Literary World, Sorry for breaking down your door...I'll pay for that!!! Since I'm here and planning to stay a while, let me tell you some stories!!
Dear Mrs. Black: On seven prior occasions this company has denied your claim in writing. We now deny it for the eighth and final time. You must be stupid, stupid stupid, stupid!
I just received the following wire from my generous Daddy; Dear Jack, Don't buy a single vote more than is necessary. I'll be damned if I'm going to pay for a landslide.
Winifred: Dear, haven't you forgotten something? Colonel Hathi: Nonsense, Winifred, old girl. An elephant never forgets. Winifred: Well, you just forgot our *son*!
Yes, I first visited Korphe village, Braldu valley, Baltistan, Pakistan, after failing to summit K2 in 1993, and met Haji Ali, a long time dear mentor and friend. My second visit to Korphe was in 1994.
When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.
Celie: [on leaving the farm in Shug's car, shouting to Albert] I'm poor, black, I might even be ugly, but dear God, I'm here. I'm here.
Bill: Well, this must be quite a change for you, right, Ed? Peg Boggs: Edward, dear. I think he prefers Edward. Bill: Oh, sure.
[to his wife] Chief Inspector Oxford: No, discretion is not traditionally the strong suit of the psychopath, dear. Believe me, that's what we're dealing with. You ought to read his wife's divorce petition.
Brenda Margaret Blaney: My God, the tie! [screams] Brenda Margaret Blaney: [as Bob wraps the tie around her throat] Dear Jesus, help me. Help me!
Prime Minister: Oh dear, it's the Chancellor of the Exchequer on the other line. Karen: No, it isn't. Prime Minister: I'll call you back. Karen: No, you won't.
Kris Kringle: No, but don't you see, dear? Some children wish for things they couldn't possibly use like real locomotives or B-29s.
Even while we busily attend meetings, contribute money and perform our assigned tasks, we suspect that we may be helping to create a force that is inimical to many values we hold dear.
I would advise you to write, my dear friend, because with your active nature, solitude is simply intolerable to you, and after some time your solitude would become perhaps attractive if you were to people it with creatures of your own fancy.
