it is always yesterday, tomorrow, and 3 years ago today. It is always your birthday. It is always the future, the present, and the past. It is always eternity that will last.
You have to transmit to them what it's like being in the theater. And it has to come from somewhere inside you and not by being like what somebody did last year.
They need only to look at him, hear his name, and the last of reason goes up in smoke. They sink into a state of befuddlement.
As somebody who's been writing about this subject for getting on twenty years now, it's astonishing how the climate has changed in the last five years.
The last thing I want to do is use my comedy as a partisan tool or as a method for preaching.
Honor is the inner garment of the Soul; the first thing put on by it with the flesh, and the last it layeth down at its separation from it.
The last thing I want is to walk into my house after a long day and see all the Grammys and awards. It would make me feel weird.
On the first day of a college you will worry about how will you do inside the college? and at the last day of a college you will wonder what will you do outside the college?
I think I have handled things pretty well last year and this. What I have to do now is try do it even better.
Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.
Who knows if tonight our journey ends? Who knows if this be last lap? Who knows? Dwell on thoughts * Act! Pray!
I've been lucky to get some path-breaking films, which proved to be the turning point in my career. Be it 'Rock on!' 'The Last Lear' or 'Raajneeti,' directors started working in a different way.
As I stood and gave the eulogy for young Michael Brown last week, I kept thinking about the fact that this child should have been in college instead of laying in a coffin.
As a matter of traditional and sound constitutional doctrine, an amendment to the Constitution should be the last resort when all other measures have proved inadequate.
An insult bestowed on your interior and exterior personality; for causes beyond control, kills you innumerably, till the last breath.
My father chose my name , and my last name was chosen by my ancestors . That’s enough, I myself choose my way
I always had a weird thing with being the last person somewhere... like a movie theater or a classroom. I get a weird sense of anxiety.
People can change their external lives with religion, but a lasting internal change only happens through a daily relationship with Jesus.
The irony is of course that my career has lasted a whole lot longer than some of the people I've parodied over the years.
Hey, Nana... people's feelings change easily... what you see is a house of cards... nothing's sure, and nothing lasts forever.
Nobody ever asks who was the seventh person on the Moon. The only thing they know is who's number one and who's number two. Does anybody know who the last man was?