Every man knows that he must die, but no one believes it.
She just keeps kissing my scars. Every scar. She knows about them all. She watched them all appear and heal. Sophie's lips against me make every punch, every kick, every wound, every scar worth it.
Christianity, in contrast, is for all cultures. This is a theme of the New Testament, St. John’s vision of the redeemed in Revelation 7. Christianity is for every tribe, every nation, every language, every time, for every culture. That’s really q...
To a soul which is wide awake, the Judgment Day does not come after death. For that soul every day is a Judgment Day. The Judgment Day is every day, and one realizes this as one's sight becomes more keen. Every hour, every moment in life has its judg...
[M]y mother read a horror novel every night. She had read every one in the library. When birthdays and Christmas would come, I would consider buying her a new one, the latest Dean R. Koontz or Stephen King or whatever, but I couldn't. I didn't want t...
I despised myself for my weakness. I may have dreamed all my youth of life as a horse-trader like my father; I may have railed against my conscription and loathed the legions on principle, but even so, every morning in this place I cursed my lack of ...
I don’t want your babies, Felix. I can assure you I’m not sitting up here like some tragic fallen woman every night dreaming of having your babies.” She began tracing a figure of eight with her fingernail along his stomach. The movement looked ...
Steve Rogers: [in an elevator] You know, they used to play music. Nick Fury: Yeah. My grandfather operated one of these things for forty years. My granddad - worked in a nice building, he got good tips. He'd walk home every night, roll of ones stuffe...
Lord Voldemort: [as Harry, Ron and Hermione stand in the boathouse, Voldemort's voice echoes throughout the castle grounds] You have fought valiantly, but in vain. [Shot of a female Death Eater disarming George Weasley] Lord Voldemort: I do not wish ...
People think blood red, but blood don't got no colour. Not when blood wash the floor she lying on as she scream for that son of a bitch to come, the lone baby of 1785. Not when the baby wash in crimson and squealing like it just depart heaven to come...
That kiss you gave me was the hottest kiss i've ever had. I pulled away because i was afraid i wouldn't be able to stop myself from ripping off your clothes. And that didn't seem like the right way to end a first date. I didn't want you to think that...
There's a duality in every man and every woman.
Discount air fares, a car in every parking space and the interstate highway system have made every place accessible - and every place alike.
It is easier to bear a child once a year than to shave every day.
A boy from Brooklyn used to cruise on summer nights. As soon as he’d hit sixty he’d hold his hand out the window, cupping it around the wind. He’d been assured this is exactly how a woman’s breast feels when you put your hand around it and ap...
Guard: Dunstan Thorn, not again! Tristan: It's Tristan, actually. Guard: Oh. You do look a bit like your father. And I suppose you intend to cross the wall as well, do you? Well you can forget it - go home! Tristan: Cross the wall as well as who? Gua...
In every age and every man there is something to praise as well as to blame.
Every action or perceived inaction shapes credibility.
Every story is different, every movie is different, every director is different.
Every man dies. Not every man lives.
From recovery to rags and rags to recovery symbolizes art - a perfect compilation of human imperfections.
