Quotes of: Last-season Keyword

Prince Humperdinck: [draws sword] For the last time, surrender! Westley: DEATH FIRST!

The Princess Bride

A war can perhaps be won single-handedly. But peace - lasting peace - cannot be secured without the support of all.

Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva

The last time I really got into new music that wasn't heavy metal was probably like... TV on the Radio? I think that was it. That's the last time.

Tim Schafer

I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. This morning I made 12, I was prolific.

Mitch Hedberg

It's nice to know you have support. Last night I got a marriage proposal. I just laughed.

Carrie Underwood

Kirkeby: Premium-wise and billing-wise, we are eighteen percent ahead of last year, October-wise.

The Apartment

Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year probably isn't learning enough.

Alain de Botton

But think of the last guy. For one minute, think of the last guy. Nobody's got it worse than that guy. Nobody in the whole world.

Arlo Guthrie

It’s that short-lived happiness, which empowers us to bear; long-lasting pain in living.

Aniruddha Sastikar

I hate patriotism... I can't stand it. It's a round world last time I checked.

Bill Hicks

My luck is getting worse and worse. Last night, for instance, I was mugged by a quaker.

Woody Allen

You never cared that I was your sister before.” “Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,” he said. “There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the onl...

City of Lost Souls

There can be no doubt that the existing Fauna and Flora is but the last term of a long series of equally numerous contemporary species, which have succeeded one another, by the slow and gradual substitution of species for species, in the vast interva...

The Advance of Science in the Last Half-Century

If poets often commit suicide, it is not because their poems are bad but because they are good. Whoever heard of a bad poet committing suicide? The reader is only a little better off. The exhilaration of a good poem lasts twenty minutes, an hour at m...

Lost in the Cosmos: The Last Self-Help Book

I turned to look into his face one last time. It was as if I could see the whole universe in his eyes. Maybe he was God, maybe he was simply enlightened. I didn't care right then, in that blessed moment, I just loved him. Later, though, the love was ...

The Last Vampire

Dudley Dursley: [on Dudley's birthday] How many are there? Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself. Dudley Dursley: 36! But last year, last year I had 37! Uncle Vernon: Yes, yes, but some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year. Dudley Dursley: I...

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

[last lines] Marcus Brody: Indy, Henry, follow me. I know the way. Ha! [Marcus' horse rides off with him barely hanging onto it] Professor Henry Jones: Got lost in his own museum, eh? Indiana Jones: Uh-huh. Professor Henry Jones: After you, Junior. I...

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Elsa: [meeting Indy and Marcus in Venice] The last time I saw your father we were in the library. He was very close to tracking down the Knight's tomb. I've never seen him so excited. He was as giddy as a schoolboy. Indiana Jones: Who, Atilla The Pro...

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Russell Hammond: And you can tell Rolling Stone magazine that my last words were... I'm on drugs! [crowd cheers] William Miller: Russell! I think we should work on those last words! Russell Hammond: I got it, I got it. Last words - I dig music. [a fe...

Almost Famous

I believe that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of man's puny, inexhaustible, voice still ta...

William Faulkner

Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos. "Welcome, summer" is what he says. Winter's unimaginable. The wood's a wickerwork o...

The Names Upon The Harp: Irish Myth And Legend