Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God’s handwriting — a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing. ~Ralph Waldo...
And in it all, the sensation of shaking my fists at the sky, shaking my fists high up to the sky, because that is what we do when someone dies too early, too beautiful, too undervalued by the world, or sometimes just at all -- we shake our fists at t...
Life is not fair all the time.
I really think everything is fair game.
Shan’t we pay for the mistakes of your Ex? That is not fair.
Most learned of the fair, most fair of the learned.
Vanity Fair--Vanity Fair! Here was a man, who could not spell, and did not care to read--who had the habits and the cunning of a boor: whose aim in life was pettifogging: who never had a taste, or emotion, or enjoyment, but what was sordid and foul; ...
Hoist your sail when the wind is fair.
Fair words can buy a horse on credit.
Memory is essential to who we are, and memories can be both implicit and explicit - unconscious and conscious.
Sometimes your medicine bottle has on it, 'Shake well before using.' That is what God has to do with some of His people. He has to shake them well before they are ever usable.
Shaking's great. Shaking's one of the oldest practices known to man. Standing round a fire and connecting with the earth and moving energy through the body because it's where a lot of our stuff can get trapped. Yeah, I would recommend it.
Faith makes all evil good to us, and all good better; unbelief makes all good evil, and all evil worse. Faith laughs at the shaking of the spear; unbelief trembles at the shaking of a leaf.
Shake: It's not my fault. Norm: What? Shake: I'm not taller than you are. You're smaller than I am.
Damien: [to Teddy] You have wrapped yourself in the fucking Union Jack! The butcher's apron, boy!
Damien: Micheail was killed because he wouldn't say his name in English. That what you call a martyr, is it, Teddy?
One of the big things I miss about New York is not my friends so much; it's Shake Shack, the burger place. I miss Shake Shack.
I dished out and suffered my fair share of bloody noses.
My personal life was fair game. And that's what hurt me.
Mrs. Higgins: Henry! What a disagreeable surprise.
Professor Henry Higgins: You impudent hussy!
