Bert: It reminds me of me brother. He got a nice cushy job at a watch factory. Uncle Albert: At a watch factory? What does he do? Bert: He stands about all day... and makes faces! Uncle Albert: [laughing hysterically] He makes faces in a watch factor...
Elizabeth Bennet: [about Mr. Darcy] He is not proud. I was wrong, I was entirely wrong about him. You don't know him, Papa. If I told you what he's really like, what he's done. Mr. Bennet: What has he done?
Eli: How's Richie? Margot: I don't know. I can't tell. Eli: Yeah, me neither. He wrote me a letter. He says he's in love with you. Margot: What are you talking about? Eli: That's what he said. I don't know how we're supposed to take it.
The one characteristic of authentic power that most people overlook is humbleness. It is important for many reasons. A humble person walks in a friendly world. He or she sees friends everywhere he or she looks, wherever he or she goes, whomever he or...
He admired bears because everyone was afraid to disturb them while they slept and fish were so in love with bears that they jumper right into their mouths. He ate meat and never felt bad about it unless he saw how the animal was slaughtered or if the...
He that jokes confesses.
He who has, is.
He did not like illness, he distrusted it, as he distrusted the road without signposts. ("Death Of A Traveling Salesman")
If he makes himself as good as he tells others to be, then he in truth can teach others. Difficult indeed is self-control.
If he had to wish, what would he wish for, he asked himself. What was there to wish for... a wish asked for the unattainable. The impossible.
My problem wasn’t that he was a vamp, or that he was gay. I didn’t like him because he was a politician.
He kept pushing her, expecting for her to break. Fearing it. But he was the one who splintered apart. He was the one who broke.
A man, to read, must read alone. He may make extracts, he may work at books in company; but to read, to absorb, he must be solitary.
The son has always felt like he was a footnote in one of the stories the father tells. The father is an amazing storyteller and one of the tales that he tells is how he met his wife.
My grandfather was one of the most amazing Baptist ministers in history, he was unbelievable. He was one of the most amazing men - the most amazing man that I ever met... He lived an amazing life.
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
It was as though he had secrets, and he wanted you to know he would keep them for the pleasure of depriving you of their taste.
He was planning to rape me -" "Why would he ever -" "Because he knew he'd get away with it.
Because he believed in himself, he believed what he did was important. Or maybe it was the other way around.
He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.
Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it , the more it gnawed away at who he was.
