All equestrians, if they last long enough, learn that riding in whatever form is a lifelong sport and art, an endeavor that is both familiar and new every time you take the horse out of his stall or pasture.
The only line that's wrong in Shakespeare is 'holding a mirror up to nature.' You hold a magnifying glass up to nature. As an actor you just enlarge it enough so that your audience can identify with the situation. If it were a mirror, we would have n...
But it had been widely argued that advanced intelligence could never arise in the sea; there were not enough challenges in so benign and unvarying an environment.
Wisdom equals knowledge plus courage. You have to not only know what to do and when to do it, but you have to also be brave enough to follow through.
We all have goals and dreams. Say them aloud to yourself; if they don’t sound slightly impossible then they aren’t set high enough.
The select natures who pant after the ideal, and find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command their reverence and love, are curiously in unison with the narrowest and pettiest.
I do love you. I love you enough to accept who you are. Why can’t I received the same feeling in return?” -Ariel
Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day's chalking.
If love and hate aren’t true opposites, perhaps neither are pleasure and pain—if you go far enough in one extreme, it resembles the other.
I would love a sandwich,' said Tybalt, with enough gravity to make it sound like a formal proclamation. Resolved: that we will have ham and cheese sandwiches.
He’s only two years younger, but that doesn’t mean I’m not old enough to be his father. I grew up fast. Ah, but that’s life, no?
Acid gave me a clinical, unblinking look at madness, and I discovered I wasn't brave enough to be insane.
Like I said, Kenzie. Everything ends. I’m not afraid to die,” you say with a wan smile. “I just hope I’m smart enough to stay dead.
The more one suffered and lived, the more one had known of joy and grief, the deeper the response must be if an artist were great enough to summon it.
The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.
For me the greatest joy is to be able to submerge myself for a few hours every day in a human time that otherwise would be alien to me. A lifetime is not enough.
All those poor elves I haven’t set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren’t enough hats!
...because I'm even more determined to bring that light back to his eyes. And I know my love is strong enough to do it.
Love is a lot like coffee in that I can never seem to get enough of it, and hers is hot and mine is iced.
It's this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it's here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?
