The anticipation-speculation that comes with a weekly schedule is a double-edged sword. Because people have more time to talk about things, some crazy ideas get a lot of attention.
As time goes by the memories of sitting on the edge of a bed and reading aloud with your kid are going to be very meaningful in your own mental scrapbook.
You should not translate for more than two hours at a time. After that, you lose your edge, the language becomes clumsy, rigid.
Dr. Carter: Have you seen anything strange? Lt. Col. Bill Cage: Is he shitting me?
Griff: [to Sargent Cage] Where's your helmet? Lt. Col. Bill Cage: Never wear one... It's a distraction.
Barbossa: You're off the edge of the map, mate. Here there be monsters.
Professor X: Mutants, we now find ourselves on the edge of extinction.
For my money, if I'm playing anything then it has to have some sharp angles on it. It's got to have some edges that you can cut yourself on, otherwise it's boring.
There's still nothing I love more than being in the air. I've always liked speed and things on wheels, going out there and putting it all out there, being on the edge.
When I listen to most forms of music, in their most raw and pure, it all has a punk edge to me, like Lead Belly, Jimmie Rodgers, Otis Redding or Nirvana.
It seems that the small movies are a little more risky and cutting-edge. You've got your big commerce and you've got your small films that you're more passionate about.
The farther you go, however, the harder it is to return. The world has many edges, and it's easy to fall off.
Sometimes when we’re standing at the edge, we don’t need anyone to talk us down...we just need a push.
Historians like a quiet life, and usually they get it. For the most part, history moves at a deliberate pace, working its changes subtly and incrementally. Nations and their institutions harden into shape or crumble away like sediment carried by the ...
He knew how to handle pain. You had to lie down with pain, not draw back away from it. You let yourself sort of move around the outside edge of pain like with cold water until you finally got up your nerve to take yourself in hand. Then you took a de...
I touched the moon last night; a golden glow beyond my grasp. Eons before me it rested there. It will remain when I am dust. My hand now glows from the embrace. Voices echo through nights past, and with the glow, caress my face. My finger faints from...
The world had edges but you couldn’t see them going, only when you were trying to come back.
Empathy means realizing no trauma has discrete edges. Trauma bleeds.
I can’t change my past, nobody can, I can make my future better
Where do bad folks go when they die? No heaven awaits them, say to it goodbye
No trauma has discrete edges. Trauma bleeds. Out of wounds and across boundaries.
