Any person who, with all the sincerity of heart, is in search for God, on land or in the sea, is worthy of respect.
He immediately went down with a thud and I was pretty certain most of the furniture in the room jumped when he landed.
Submitted for your approval--the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and the gorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling
To anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them the land they live on is like their mother. It's the only thing that lasts, that's worth working for, for fighting for...
And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.
Maybe there is another who sees life not as a flickering candle but as a torch that can illuminate an undiscovered world.
The problem with aging was not that death was near, for death was always near. The problem with aging was that a woman began to carry too many memories within her.
In the twentieth century, nowhere on Earth was sex so vigorously suppressed as in America---and nowhere else was there such a deep interest in it.
The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death and that we are all in for---if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.
Democracy is a poor system; the only thing that can be said for it is that it's eight times as good as any other method.
Most neuroses and some psychoses can be traced to the unnecessary and unhealthy habit of daily wallowing in the troubles and sins of five billion strangers.
Come Judgment Day, we may find that Mumbo Jumbo the God of the Congo was the Big Boss all along.
English is capable of defining sentiments that the human nervous system is quite incapable of experiencing.
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those stones then forget.
His clan, his lands, his title-those were his duty. But Gwyneth was his delight. His reason to smile.
Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still are.
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time, He escaped into the clockless land of ever, Where time hides tick-less waiting to be born.
For once in his life, Norman has acted rather than gone to a meeting. And this is where it has landed him.
in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck
There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false.
Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of the Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadow.
