I'm just going to go out there and do my best.
Putin is going to do what Putin is going to do.
If I'm going to break them, I'm going to break them both.
Actors, they come and go, you know.
It's not an if - we're going to have to change. Oil is simply going to be gone.
Going to church doesn't make you any more a Christian than going to the garage makes you a car.
Great lives never go out; they go on.
If I'm going to play, it's going to be 100-percent commitment.
Wherever you go, go with love.
Let go, and let God.
I guess you only know your home when you come back to it.
There is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.
Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over. But it's hard to make things when you're afraid―or you're certain—that they'll just be broken.
It had to be the hardest thing, even if he’d never known it himself – to accept that the ones you loved would find their own way home.
Only by concealing our identities can we shed the masks we have to wear at school, at work, even at home - everywhere there is surveillance, policing, punishment - masks that are increasingly indistinguishable from ourselves.
You thought you knew what food was, you thought it was elemental. You forgot how much restaurant there was in restaurant food and how much home was in homemade.
You Englishmen,’ said Herr Wurter. ‘You are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and your word was law.
The face of a golden retriever feels like home.
And if you say that's because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I'm disowning all three of you.
Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.
At home, they'd clipped my wings and then caged me so I couldn't fall. Here, they bandaged one another's broken wings, helped each other fly.
