I must return to my old comrades of the Great War - to the brown, the treeless, the flat and grave-set plain of Flanders - to the rolling, heat-miraged downlands of the Somme - for I am dead with them, and they live in me again.
The job of the government - and my responsibility - is to help people live healthier lives. The framework is about giving local authorities the ability to focus on the most effective ways to improve the public's health and reduce health inequalities,...
Only weeks after Oslo began, when nearly all the world and most of Israel was drunk with the idea of peace, I argued that a Palestinian society not constrained by democratic norms would be a fear society that would pose a grave threat to Israel.
The actions that we take on the counterterrorism front, again, are to take actions against individuals where we believe that the intelligence base is so strong and the nature of the threat is so grave and serious, as well as imminent, that we have no...
I fully believe in ghosts. I have, my entire life. The first house I ever lived in was haunted. There was a grave of a man in the backyard. I was just a baby then, but my parents would tell me that every night, at the same time, they would hear someo...
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!
Food is not to enjoy. That's not the reason why you're eating it. That's why the Glutton eats. But someone who's serious about maintaining their health. They eat for Health. We're literally digging our graves with our teeth.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
You have a masterpiece inside you, you know. One unlike any that has ever been created, or ever will be. If you go to your grave without painting your masterpiece, it will not get painted. No one else can paint it. Only you.
We live in a world of diverse cultures, and we know very little about social engineering and how to 'build nations.' And when we cannot be sure how to improve the world, hubristic visions pose a grave danger.
Jesus Christ is indeed risen. He is alive and well my friends. He rose from the grave. He is fully and completely resurrected. Just as the scriptures say. Just as so many testified. And just as all the evidence points to.
Becky: Fuck, I had to take a fuckin' order off a guy I blew after Junior Prom, once. Randal Graves: Yeah, I've waited on your brother, too.
Elias: Chicks dig Lord of the Rings, Randal. Randal Graves: Shyeah, the kind of chicks into swords and elves and shit, and I wouldn't fuck them with the Torch of Gondor. Elias: Oh, you're so gross!
Randal Graves: How the fuck did you father a child with a chick that's not your fiancé? Holy shit, she got pregnant off the toilet seat you jerked off onto! I fucking knew it!
Randal Graves: If Peter Jackson really wanted to blow me away with those "Rings" movies, he would have ended the third one on the logical closure point, not the 25 endings that followed.
Sanford: Hey, I hear Caitlin's marrying an Asian drum major. Randal Graves: Design major. Dante Hicks: Can we not talk about this? Sanford: Fine by me, but you're living in denial and suppressing rage, motherfucker!
Dante Hicks: No. I might be leaving early to go out with Caitlin. In which case, you're gonna have to lock up the store tonight. Randal Graves: All right, but you're missing out. Chicks with dicks!
Monco: [Examining Mortimer's gun] How can somebody in my business go around with a contraption like this? Col. Douglas Mortimer: That contraption almost sent you to your grave.
Ada: At night! I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby and so it is; it is mine.
Lady Van Tassel: The easiest part was the first. To enter your house as your mother's sick-nurse and put her body into the grave and my own into the marriage bed.
[Ramona approaches Gideon seductively] Gideon Gordon Graves: Yeah. Still my girl. Ramona V. Flowers: Let's both be girls. [She knees him in the groin]
