I do not say that there is no glory to be gained [in war]; but it is not personal glory. In itself, no cause was ever more glorious than that of men who struggle, not to conquer territory, not to gather spoil, not to gratify ambition, but for freedom...
Ultimately, totalitarianism is the only sort of politics that can truly serve the sky-god's purpose. Any movement of a liberal nature endangers his authority and that of his delegates on earth. One God, one King, one Pope, one master in the factory, ...
Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known.
Just as our ancient ancestors drew animals on cave walls and carved animals from wood and bone, we decorate our homes with animal prints and motifs, give our children stuffed animals to clutch, cartoon animals to watch, animal stories to read.
To say that a writer's hold on reality is tenuous is an understatement-it's like saying the Titanic had a rough crossing. Writer's build their own realities, move into them and occasionally send letters home. The only difference between a writer and ...
The true artist plays mad with his soul, labors at the very lip of the volcano, but remembers and clings to his purpose, which is as strong as the dream. He is not someone possessed, like Cassandra, but a passionate, easily tempted explorer who fully...
The capital of the United States is the home to the best of the worst humanity has to offer. The most corrupt, the most deceitful, the most tyrannical, the most greedy, and the most evil rise through the ranks of the political machines and eventually...
We represent people, and any good congressperson wants to know how their people at home feel about issues. I can tell you for sure in our office that is taken into account, and that is true for any congresspersons I know.
Ace: Okay, Chambers, you little faggot. This is your last chance. What do you say, kid? Chris: Why don't you go home and fuck your mother some more? [Ace pulls out a knife] Ace: You're dead.
All of those broken bones in northern Japan, all of those broken lives and those broken homes prompt us to remember what in calmer times we are invariably minded to forget: the most stern and chilling of mantras, which holds, quite simply, that manki...
Father James Lavelle: Do you use pornography at home? Milo Herlihy: I feel I've exhausted all the possibilities of pornography. Father James Lavelle: All of them? Milo Herlihy: Well, nearly all of them. I'm on to transexual pornography at the moment....
Colin Sullivan: I think you better call your mother, and tell her you won't be home for supper. Colin Sullivan: Look it, fuck-stick, you don't have to trust me. Just listen to what I am saying to you.
Mrs. Crockett: You're a long way from home, aren't you, Mr. Carpenter? Klaatu: How did you know? Mrs. Crockett: Oh, I can tell a New England accent a mile away.
Clementine: [Clem arrives home to see Patrick waiting for her] Patrick, get the fuck awa... Patrick: -What's wrong? Clementine: Get the fuck away from me! Patrick: Do you wanna talk about it? Clementine: NO! Get the fuck away!
[after Anna hands Semyon a copy of Tatiana's diary] Semyon: I will need my spectacles and a clear head. Today I broke my rules and I drank vodka. Tomorrow I will translate it, and then I will bring what I've done to your home.
Katharine Clifton: D'you not come in? Almásy: No. I should go home. Katharine Clifton: Will you please come in? Almásy: Mrs. Clifton... Katharine Clifton: [scowls] Don't. Almásy: I believe you still have my book.
Idgie Threadgoode: [chasing Ruth] Where the hell are you going with my money? Ruth: [walking to the car] We're going home! Idgie Threadgoode: Who are you to boss be around? Ruth: I'm the one holding your money, that's who.
[speaking to himself, practicing his speech] Luca Brasi: Don Corleone, I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your home on the wedding day of your daughter. And may their first child be a masculine child. [then, starting over]
[Brandon runs out of the house, gets to his bike] Irene Walsh: Brandon, don't you come home without your brother, or I'll commit Hare Krishna! Brandon Walsh: That's "Harry Carry", ma. Irene Walsh: That is exactly what I said!
[as they leave the diner they see Seymour in his car getting cut up at an intersection by a big, jacked-up SUV. He screeches to a halt and shouts furiously] Enid: Oh my god. It's him! He's insane. Rebecca: We should follow him home.
Thorin Oakenshield: [Last words] Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books... and your armchair... plant your trees, watch them grow. If more people... valued home above gold... this world would be a merrier... place...
