You're the only one I've ever been able to open up to like this. See, there you go. Another sign. And damn it, I don't believe in signs like this, but they all point to you. I wish I'd opened up a lot more to you in the past, but I never wanted to bo...
Naturalists tell of a noble race of horses that instinctively open a vein with their teeth, when heated and exhausted by a long course, in order to breathe more freely. I am often tempted to open a vein, to procure for myself everlasting liberty. Cen...
Temporary Insanity had come a-knocking and I had shouted "Come on in the door is open." Luckily, Reality had come unexpectedly and found Temporary Insanity roaming the corridors of my mind unchecked, going into rooms, opening cupboards, reading my le...
Christmas Eve, I give him packages which I open for him, since the bows and paper represent more labor than he could manage: music videos by the Nashville singers he thinks particularly sexy, fleece-lined slippers decorated with images of bacon and e...
Congenital disease can warp the heart with great variety. Valves can be sealed tight, missing parts—or absent altogether. Major vessels can be misplaced, narrowed, or blocked completely. A chamber can be too small or missing, a wall too thick or th...
Drugs have a long history of use in magic in various cultures, and usually in the context of either ecstatic communal rituals or in personal vision quests. However compared to people in simple pastoral tribal situations most people in developed count...
Nick Fury: I gave you this detail so you could keep a close eye on things. Clint Barton: Well I see better from a distance. Nick Fury: Are you seeing anything that might set this thing off? Clint Barton: No one's come or gone. And Selvig's clean. No ...
I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me. I've left my chair, my house, my road, My town and my world behind me. I'm wearing the cloak, I've slipped on the ring, I've swallowed the magic potion. I've fought with a dragon, dined with a ...
That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.
When the going gets tough: the poor close their eyes, the rich open their wallets.
Foolishness pours out of an open mouth.... but wisdom sneaks in through the ears....
A true writer cuts their heart open and bleeds all over the page...
Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road.
...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...
Renewal requires opening yourself up to new ways of thinking and feeling
Let go of all your pain. May your heart be open to healing.
Heavenly Father, your ears are ever open to our prayers.Save us now!
There's no magazine you open, unless its AARP, that shows a woman over the age of 45 in any other light, other than having to buy Depends or Viagra.
One might not think of light as a matter of fact, but I do. And it is, as I said, as plain and open and direct an art as you will ever find.
