Another adverse factor was the way the Russians received continual reinforcements from their back areas, as they fell back. It seemed to us that as soon as one force was wiped out, the path was blocked by the arrival of a fresh force.
Indeed, insight is the true hallmark of empathy. The power of true empathy is its ability to give us a fresh understanding of the other person's emotions and thoughts to illuminate an aspect of their experience that would not have been apparent to us...
I eat nothing that's processed or refined - no high-fructose corn syrup, no sugar, no trans-fats. I eat a lot of fish and monounsaturated fats from olives, olive oil and nuts. A lot of organic, fresh fruits and vegetables. No bread. No gluten. No whe...
New nemeses keep racing fresh, but I also find challenge in going longer, with only the distance as foe. I run my first 50-mile race, journey across the Grand Canyon and back, circumnavigate Mount St. Helens.
We ought not to ask why the human mind troubles to fathom the secrets of the universe. The diversity of the phenomena of nature is so great, and the treasures hidden in the skies so rich, precisely in order that the human mind shall never be lacking ...
Anytime I have communicated with college-going people, fresh out of college, looking for a job - money is very important, that is just so important. What is not important is how do you plan to live your life or the larger picture. Not that I had such...
When I get bored, or get stuck on an equation, I like to go ice skating, but it makes you forget your problem. Then you can tackle the problem with a fresh new insight. Einstein liked to play the violin to relax. Every physicist likes to have a past ...
Frank Morris: No forks. Hey, no forks? Litmus: You see any? You want your pasta? Hey fresh fish, do you want your pasta? Frank Morris: You see any?
Carl: I can't believe it. Fresh wild greens? Frank. Where did you ever? Frank: Go ahead - dig in... Carl: A dandelion! I thought the frost wiped 'em all out. Frank: [singsong voice] All but one.
Cousin Eddie: Yeah, I bet you could use a cool one, eh? Clark: Now you're talking! [Eddie hands Clark his opened beer he'd been drinking and opens the last fresh one for himself]
[first lines] Satipo: [picking up poison dart] The Hovitos are near. The poison is still fresh, three days. They're following us. Barranca: If they knew we were here, they would've killed us already.
Mariana: Is there hot coffee? Juan: Yes, fresh made. Mariana: Bring me the pot. [Mariana pours the coffee in Mike's lap, then hits him with the pot] Mariana: Now we're even, asshole.
Old Rose: It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.
Tin Woodsman: Here, here. Go away and let us alone. Cowardly Lion: Oh, scared, huh? Afraid, huh? Ah, how long can you stay fresh in that can? Ha ha ha ha.
The average person on welfare can't afford fresh fruits and vegetables. But in my recipe, you're allowed to use vegetables out of the can, and that's OK. A lot of African Americans eat the same thing over and over, every night, either chicken or stea...
Mind you, physical training doesn't necessarily mean going to an expert for advice. One doesn't have to make a mountain out of a molehill. Get out in the fresh air and walk briskly - and don't forget to wear a smile while you're at it. Don't over-do....
I really look up to Will Smith. He's internationally known, and people know him from everything. I don't know any kid who hasn't seen and liked Fresh Prince, or you'll like one of his movies or his music. He's perfect, and he's done everything. That'...
Jake Sully: [Making a video log] Do I have to do this now? Like, I really need to get some rack. Dr. Grace Augustine: Yes now, while it's still fresh. Jake Sully: Okay, uh... location: shack.
I have always had strong maternal instincts. Even when I was still a child I cut out pictures of prams from newspapers and imagined the feeling of pushing my own pram through fresh winter snow and seeing the wheels' tracks behind me in the snow.
My father was a golden boy from a very small town. He won a very prestigious law scholarship to NYU Law School, and there in Greenwich Village, he met my mother, who was very young, fresh off the boat from Germany.
His scent engulfed me - fresh night air and evergreen. I buried my face in the hollow beneath his jaw as he shoved his Light into me- a terrible force of the sort I'd never imagined, hungry for distraction, intoxicating to the point of addiction.
