The moon grew plump and pale as a peeled apple, waned into the passing nights, then showed itself again as a thin silver crescent in the twilit western sky. The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal...
He died of a breaking heart," Pete said, making a stout log fence of his hands around the glove compartment and leaning forward to peer at the luminous clock, "but he was an old man. He was the king of his Yaquis down there and he couldn't live any m...
Walter 'Monk' McGinn: I've got forty-four notches on my club. Do you know what they're for? They're to remind me what I owe God when I die. My father was killed in battle, too. In Ireland, in the streets, fighting those who would take as their privil...
Gandalf: For sixty years, the Ring lay quiet in Bilbo's keeping, prolonging his life, delaying old age. But no longer, Frodo. Evil is stirring in Mordor. The Ring has awoken. It's heard its Master's call. Frodo: But he was destroyed. Sauron was destr...
[as Chris, Vin and Chico are about to leave the village] Old Man: You could a-stay, you know. They wouldn't be sorry to have you a-stay. Vin: They won't be sorry to see us go, either. Old Man: Yes. The fighting is over. Your work is done. For them, e...
Jarvis: [as Iron Man arrives at Stark Tower to confront Loki and Selvig] Sir, I've shut down the Arc Reactor, but the device is already self-sustaining. Iron Man: Shut it down, Dr. Selvig. Selvig: It's too late! She can't stop now. She wants to show ...
Then the world will be for the common people, and the sounds of happiness will reach the deepest springs. Ah! Come! People of every land, how can you not be roused.
They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!
They say this war is a cloud over the land! But they make the weather and then they stand in the rain and say, ‘Shit, it’s raining!
In a cruel land, you either learned to laugh at cruelty or spent your life weeping.
The family landed in the Western Hemisphere in the person of Roger Blake Wolfe, who arrived with a price on his head.
Just in front of her lay the Congaree Swamp National Forest. To prove it, a mosquito the size of a kitten landed on her arm and prepared to drill.
We [artists] aren't people, not the way most people are. We're just...carriers. Little boats bringing goods from foreign lands.
Der Guerillero besetzt das Land, der Terrorist besetzt das Denken.
America. The enemy. The rival. The land of jeans and rock and roll, of crime and capitalism, of poverty and oppression. Of home and freedom.
It’s a pity that the land of great leaders like Chandragupta Maurya, Ashoka and Akbar, has to be led by a dummy PM. - Shruti Ranjan
Men are by nature wanderers...Every people has moved from somewhere, and had to learn the ways of the land from the people who were there before.
...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...
Come to the book as you would come to an unexplored land. Come without a map. Explore it and draw your own map.
People were dumped all the time and their tears did not swallow dry land.
The fact is not kill entire populations is able to infect entire regions of land and control the only cure.
