Roy Walker: What's that? Alexandria: Food. Roy Walker: Where'd you get it? Alexandria: The chapel. [feeds him a communion wafer] Roy Walker: I'm sorry I shouted at you. I was angry. Alexandria: No problem. Roy Walker: Are you trying to save my soul? ...
You're an island no matter what you do. I think it's very dangerous to use popularity as your identity in life. So you have to really know who you are inside, the core person, and follow what is true rather than follow what is hype.
Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.
Being yourself is what will make you survive through anything. If you make music to please someone, it's the first step in the wrong direction. Always do what you believe in, no matter what people say. Only way to go!
A typical submissive lives to serve. She likely grew up believing that service to the people you care for is how you express your love for them. It had little or nothing to do with relationship dynamics, sex, kink, or anything anywhere near that comp...
I would love to do a talk show. Naturally, I would love to do more films. I'd love to be able to see casting directors more willing to put in a character who happens to be deaf. I'm not talking about doing deaf storylines, but putting in deaf charact...
Avi: Tony. Bullet Tooth Tony: What? Avi: Look in the dog. Bullet Tooth Tony: What do you mean "look in the dog?" Avi: I mean open him up. Bullet Tooth Tony: It's not as if it's a tin of baked beans! What do you mean "open him up"?
Ripley: Ash. Any suggestions from you or Mother? Ash: No, we're still collating. Ripley: [laughing in disbelief] You're what? You're still collating? I find that hard to believe. Ash: What would you like me to do? Ripley: Just what you've been doing,...
El Chivo: Do you want something to drink? I've got rum, water and milk. Luis Miranda Solares: What are you gonna do with me? El Chivo: What does that mean? rum, water or milk? Luis Miranda Solares: My question means what it means!
The seventies is what I love. Soft, touchable beauty is what I love.
Clyde Shelton: I'm at war with this [indicating the system] Clyde Shelton: . This, this broken thing. This thing that brought you and I together. Nick Rice: This broken thing works for people that are sane. You think doing what you're doing is going ...
What work do I have to do then?" said Will, but went on at once, "No, on second thought, don't tell me. I shall decide what I do. If you say my work is fighting, or healing, or exploring, or whatever you might say, I'll always be thinking about it. A...
Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.
Think you only kings have power? Stand on a stage and hold the hearts of men in your hands. Make them laugh with a gesture, cry with a word. Make them love you. And you will know what power is.
That was what I wanted, but I don't need it to be gone. I can love you and I can love life and bear the pain all at the same time. I think the pain might even make the rest better, the way a good setting can make a diamond look better.
You will have many enemies, but even your foes will love you. Life will bring you many misfortunes, but you will find your happiness in them, and will bless life and will make others bless it--which is what matters most.
I just want to tell you if that's what You have planned for me, if I am meant to be an obscure flower in the corner of the expansive garden, I will live there and I will love You and I will bloom just for You -- only, always, ever.
I hope somebody falls in love with me - other than my fiancee. But that's what you want. As a player you want a team that really wants you; head coach, GM, owner, everybody that really wants you in their place and the players believe in you. I'm look...
Senator Roark: Evening, Officer. I don't have to introduce myself, do I? You read the papers. This being an election year, you've seen plenty of my picture. You know what I can do. And I'm doing you, Hartigan. Cold and hard, I'm doing you.
My father worked on assembly lines in Detroit while I was growing up. Every day, I watched him do what he needed to do to support the family. But he told me, 'Life is short. Do what you want to do.'
Mowgli: Hello. What are you doing? Junior: Shh. Drillin'. Mowgli: Can I do it, too? Junior: Sure, just do what I do. But don't talk in ranks. It's against regulations.
