The peaceful splendour of the night healed again. The moon was now past the meridian and travelling down the west. It was at its full, and very bright, riding through the empty blue sky.
And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.
I have seen my kid struggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory: an empty gin bottle.
Everything is all right, When you’re here, When you’re right next to me, When my hand is in yours, Don’t leave me, Don’t leave me empty handed.
Without God we are all broken vessels with holes. All our efforts are temporary at best. No life can reach its fullest potential running on empty.
If we talk about the glass being half empty or half full, I want to know what does the glass look like from underneath the table?
There is always a sacred hour in the theatre - after rehearsals and before performances, in the afternoon, between three and five o'clock. Normally the theatre is empty then, and this is a wonderful hour.
The glass is neither half empty, nor half full. The glass is just a glass and it's content can perpetually change with your perception.
Until I face the emptiness in my soul and know this spirit within me, I have not yet begun to live, nor touched the face of God.
It was His gentle voice who called and sent His angel pain to guide me, through the long ‘n dusty corridors, and empty hallways of my soul.
Please DO waste art materials. Use paper. Empty paint jars. Deplete pens. if it's teaching you stuff, it's not being wasted.
Some say the glass is half full and blush, Some say it’s half empty and sink, I feel you are in the midst of, reaching out for another awesome drink!
I soon became convinced... that all the theorizing would be empty brain exercise and therefore a waste of time unless one first ascertained what the population of the universe really consists of.
At one time Tribune Syndicate emptied out their storeroom. They put tables full of original cartoons down in the lobby and said take one if you want one. The comics were simply a burden to them.
Bobbie Joe: [pointing to an *empty* room] It's in there... Ash: We'll all go in together. Jake: Hell no! You're the curious one!
Gas station attendant: Do you need any gas, Father? [the empty fuel gauge fills the screen just as Benjamin drives off]
Gertrude Stein: We all fear death and question our place in the universe. The artist's job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
Man #4: [Burst out of the bathroom with his gun] Die you motherfuckers! [He empties his entire gun, hitting nothing but air]
Jack Torrance: [disappointed at finding the bar empty] God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.
Martha: I hope that was an empty bottle, George! You can't afford to waste good liquor, not on YOUR salary!
I couldn't imagine what it's like to be a journalist talking about music. You're left with empty descriptions; you probably have to make up a sort of weird cocktail of band influences and references to other music to get your point across.
