The muscles behind both eyes hurt and the skin all down the front is swelling from the veins burst though the circles look less sunk. Tears did fill them in though and I did push the waves right from my own souls windows to water down it's grave
I can see why many Southerners, black ones in particular, don't like the implication that Southernness and the Confederate heritage are one and the same, because they're not. On the other hand, there are people who want to extirpate that completely a...
Avoiding our pain is needlessly exhausting. Pain can not be killed. When we attempt to bury our pain, it rises up from the grave of our emotions, haunting us, until we acknowledge its presence. We can heal our pain when we allow it to move through us...
[a bunch of cops and fireman run into Mooby's and see the "interspecies erotica"] Fireman: What the fuck? [the donkey brays as the Police Officer sees Randal's "Porch Monkey 4 Life" shirt] Officer: [shouting] PORCH MONKEY? Randal Graves: Oh, no no, i...
Randal Graves: How the fuck do you always have like two good-looking girls who want you? You're the most hideous fucking chud I've ever met, and you always have a pair of girls fighting over you.
Randal Graves: The Transformers were a total slight against God. In as much as God sent his only begotten son to die on the cross to redeem mankind and all we did to pay him back was make terrible fucking cartoons, like the Transformers.
Randal Graves: I don't mind people snickering at the stupid uniform I've gotta wear, but I'll be damned if I let some self-righteous lucky turd come in here and treat me and Dante like we're a couple of fucking porch monkeys!
Randal Graves: Duh duh... duh duh... duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh... Salsa shark! We're gonna need a bigger boat! Man goes into cage, cage goes into salsa. Shark's in the salsa. Our shark.
Randal Graves: This has gotta be the weirdest thing you've ever been called in on. Coroner: Actually, I once had to tag a kid that broke his neck trying to put his mouth on his penis. [Randal sorrowfully looks down, remembering his cousin Walter]
[during a press conference in the Vatican] Archbishop Gilday: The Pope, is gravely ill. Until he recovers, I am powerless. B.J. Harrison: What if he dies? Frederick Keinszig: Then, as you Americans say, all bets are off.
One Stab: Tristan died in 1963. The moon of the popping trees. He was last seen up in the North Country, where the hunting was still good. His grave is unmarked, but it does not matter. He had always lived in the borderland anyway, somewhere between ...
Ichabod Crane: We take the Indian Trail to the Tree of the Dead. Young Masbath: How will we recognize it? Ichabod Crane: Without difficulty, I rather fear. Then climb down to the Horseman's resting place. Young Masbath: His camp? Ichabod Crane: His g...
Gideon Gordon Graves: Do you have any idea how long it took me to get all the evil exes' contact information so I could form this stupid league? Like, two hours! *Two hours!*
Gideon Gordon Graves: [talking to Scott Pilgrim] Well, if my cathedral of cutting-edge taste holds no interest for your tragically Canadian sensibilities, then I shall be forced to grant you a swift exit from the premises... and a fast entrance into ...
Dr Floyd: Now I'm sure you're all aware of the extremely grave potential for cultural shock and social disorientation contained in this present situation, if the facts were prematurely and suddenly made public without adequate preparation and conditi...
The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better an...
Books may not change our suffering, books may not protect us from evil, books may not tell us what is good or what is beautiful, and they will certainly not shield us from the common fate of the grave. But books grant us myriad possibilities: the pos...
Xander, there are two certainties in life--death and truth. They will both pursue you to your grave. There is no escaping them. But we run from them anyway in hopes that somehow we can slip by unnoticed. In the end, one or both of them catch up. Runn...
El olvido de que la democracia es una deliberación sobre finalidades, sobre las cuales a la ciencia, ni siquiera la economía, no les corresponde dirimir, es una amnesia muy grave pues significa olvidar el fundamento de la democracia.
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay oneself down to die at the end of every day, without thinking anything of it, was something he had not yet acquired.
