We all fall sometime, you're not the first. I know it hurts. In the end, you'll find what you deserve.
Bridge burned from end to end, and I don't miss you anymore. You delivered silence I've birthed freedom.
In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.
At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.
In the end, we lost IndoChina to the communists. But we did not lose Southeast Asia.
We have to help young people, because at the end of the day, we won't have an economy if we don't have them.
You cannot be in your offices every day doing nothing... and at the end of the day you expect to be paid.
Work is a way of bringing order to chaos, and there's a basic satisfaction in seeing that we are able to make something a little more coherent by the end of the day.
When you're in the day-to-day grind, it just seems like it's another step along the way. But I find joy in the actual process, the journey, the work. It's not the end. It's not the end event.
I don't believe it's productive to go around and badmouth anyone that I work with, because at the end of the day, we all have to sit in front of each other and agree or disagree.
I can honestly say that I understand women very well. If you understand yourself, you understand women, because, in the end, all women are the same.
At the end of the day I'm just Linda, and Linda is a single professional woman, and a lot of women can relate to what I talk about.
In the end, the women can be very rebellious, and very capable and all of that, but if she depends on a man economically, she has few possibilities.
And in the end, bin Laden died in a squalid suburban compound surrounded by his wives and children and far from the front lines of his holy war.
I remembered the malangs of Shah Jamal, the dirty, shirtless renouncers with ratty beards and dreads and bare chests covered in necklaces of prayer beads, throwing around their arms in Charlie Manson dances and whipping out their old ID cards to say ...
Procuring the house in Ballister was a desperate bid for respect, for recognition, the ultimate gesture (or sacrifice, as it turned out) that would prove him a worthy successor to the Flo and Walter Prices of the world. To my mind, the Culver was Nor...
For twenty-five years I've been speaking and writing in defense of your right to happiness in this world, condemning your inability to take what is your due, to secure what you won in bloody battles on the barricades of Paris and Vienna, in the Ameri...
In my world, you don’t get to call yourself “pro-life” and be against common-sense gun control — like banning public access to the kind of semiautomatic assault rifle, designed for warfare, that was used recently in a Colorado theater. You do...
It’s time to be the leader of your own journey. There are far too many capable people who don’t pursue their dreams and goals because they let their fears and others talk them out of it. They give up before they even try, and simply let life’s ...
Hing hang hung! the words rang faintly through his daydream like echoes of Miz Cunningham's tart little doorbell. Then he looked again at the old woman herself. Why, she was really quite wonderful - this old fat woman! In the end, she got her hands o...
He who always wants the last word, ends up talking to himself.
