I'd rather have them say "There he goes" than "Here he lies.".
He that spends more than he is worth spins a rope for his own neck.
He who puts his nose in a turd does not know what he is smelling.
When the goat goes to church, he does not stop till he gets to the altar.
He who knows little knows enough if he knows how to hold is tongue.
Rich is he who has no debts, fortunate he who lives without handicap.
He who carries the word "no" with him will never be poor even when he is old.
He was dashing. He wasn’t handsome—he was running.
Elizabeth Bennet: He's so... He's so... He's so rich.
He thinks he's comforting a friend after a bad breakup. Little does he know-he's the one who's breaking my heart.
He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
In 1977, at least, he wished to have people believe that he shared and was proud of an attitude toward women that is not acceptable in a politician. In 2003, all he has said is that he doesn't remember the interview.
Either God is alive, in which case he'll deal with us as he sees fit. Or he is dead, in which case he was never alive, it being unlikely that he died of old age.
My father came to Chennai at the age of 16 from a village in Coimbatore. He was an artist and was clear he wanted to do something, so he came to Chennai and joined an art course for eight years before he came into films.
I think Damien Hirst is hilarious. And I think he's a true artist. He's not hilarious first; I think he is a real artist, and I also think he's got an amazing sense of humor.
Man is used to the fact that there are languages which he does not at first understand and which must be learned, but because art is primarily visual he expects that he should get the message immediately and is apt to be affronted if he doesn't.
He felt that he was himself and did not wish to be anyone else. He only wished now to be better than he had been formerly
He looked people in the eye not because he was interested in them but because he knew it made them feel that he was interested in them
He wasn’t kissing me like I was going to break; he was kissing me like he thought he would break without this kiss.
He's not learning. He's not experiencing. He's remembering. He walks to the next screen, hungry to be himself again.
He's tall with shaggy blond hair and muscular arms. He's holding a twenty-dollar bill. He's muscular. And he's holding a twenty--wait, I already said that.
