Have the last word ma'm," he said cheerfully. "It's a lady's privilege.
The last suit that you wear, you don't need any pockets.
I am not the first player to have sworn on TV and I won't be the last.
If you Want to Be 1st Just Find The Reason For The Last And Try To Avoid That Way...
In Hollywood, you still have wonderful actors, but it's so hard to work there. To work becomes a Kafka nightmare - it's the last communist country!
People that have been interested in our work for awhile... those are the last people you want to disappoint.
There is no substitute for hard work. There is a little luck along the way, but there is no substitute for really super-hard work, first in, last out.
Older women are like aging strudels - the crust may not be so lovely, but the filling has come at last into its own.
War's stupid. Nobody wins. You might as well talk first; you have to talk last anyway.
I was a soldier in WWII. The last couple of months of the war I was actually in combat.
Each cherry took about three seconds to eat. Three seconds to eat, but at least five years in the making. It seemed unfair to the hard-working cherry tree. The least I could do was to devote my attention to the cherry in those three seconds, really a...
A little bit of hatred can spoil a score of years And blur the eyes that ought to smile with many needless tears. A little bit of thoughtlessness and anger for a day Can rob a home of all its joy and drive delight away.. A little bit of shouting in a...
Marie Derry: What do you think I was doing all those years? Fred Derry: I don't know, babe, but I can guess. Marie Derry: Go ahead. Guess your head off. I could do some guessing myself. What were you up to in London and Paris and all those places? I'...
If you are planning for a year, sow rice; if you are planning for a decade, plant trees; if you are planning for a lifetime, educate people.
Virtuous for ten years is still not enough; evil for one day is too much already.
A fool can ask more questions in an hour than a wise man can answer in seven years.
A fool may ask more questions in an hour than a wise man can answer in seven years.
And then I was crying too, crying with Danny, silently, for his pain and for the years of his suffering, knowing that I loved him, and not knowing whether I hated or loved the long, anguished years of his life.
And why is it that so many years later it is so easy to distinguish the bullies from their prey? Adult bodies surrounding the children of long ago. The years have changed nothing.
I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.
I enjoy writing, I enjoy my house, my family and, more than anything I enjoy the feeling of seeing each day used to the full to actually produce something. The end.
