Idea lady is the ideal lady!
Truth is a matter of the imagination.
Get on your feet or die.
For me, being in front of the camera and training go hand in hand.
Don't pessimism and caution naturally go hand in hand?
Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.
The invisible hand of the market always moves faster and better than the heavy hand of government.
I love writing. I think writing and directing go hand in hand.
I knew style and content went hand in hand.
The director in TV and the writer and the creator are working very much hand in hand.
Power should not be concentrated in the hands of so few, and powerlessness in the hands of so many.
Marrying an old bachelor is like buying second-hand furniture.
Your smile can heal thousands; but your anger can kill millions. Your "hand-shake" can encourage tens of people while your "finger-pointing" can turn ten thousands away from you!
An instrument s a tool that is actively used to change something, and God has called all of his people to be instruments of change in his redemptive hands
I'll never forget the first time I saw someone who had died. It was my grandfather. And I knelt next to his coffin. And all I could do was eye level was look at his hands. They were enormous hands. And all I could think was, 'Those hands dug freedom ...
They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Hands that sculpted sweetness from sullen flesh, that traced breast and ignited hips, opening, kneading...
This time it was the sentence opening the last part of a story I had worked on for months: a sentence as is often worked off paper first. The pace of narrative and interest in character do not readily help the writer's hand to set down a sentence of ...
Maybe I can climb one of those," Simon said, eyeing the fat white pillars that held up the slanted roof of the Hall. Runes were carved on them in overlapping patterns, but otherwise there were no visible handholds. "Work off steam that way." "Oh, com...
He checked out his surrounding. More books. A drinking fountain. A poster showing a guy slam-dunking a basketball with one hand and holding a book in the other, urging kids to READ! Weird, thought Steve. How can he even see the hoop? ... You see, Ste...
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me;...
The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you know this, ...
