As for ourselves, yes, we must be meek, bear injustice, malice, rash judgment. We must turn the other cheek, give up our cloak, go a second mile.
I'm often stunned when I come up over Mulholland, and I'm looking down at the Valley, and I can see for thirty miles; I can see the mountains, or all the way to the ocean.
A romance book is designed to tell you something about love–its ability to endure, forgive, go the extra mile, care about someone, put someone else first.
When I was running across the country, I was doing 40 or 50 miles a day in sleeting snow with zero visibility for five or six days in a row. Ten to 12 hours of running in that is monotony beyond belief.
In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you.
I've got five kids and I'm married, Tommy's got two kids and he's been married, Vince just got married again, Mick's out of a relationship, Tommy's single as well. We've done a lot in our life, we've covered a lot of miles.
But now Americans, they felt a sense of peace and protection because they've been separated by so many thousands of miles of ocean. And you know, the fact that it's come to the U.S. like this is so sad, and yet you know, what can you do? It's here.
I've never had a huge circle of friends. I can't spread myself that thin and go 100 million miles an hour all the time. I choose to give truly of myself, entirely of myself, to the people I choose to do that with, and I can't do that with everyone.
I have so many miles and I've been flying for so long that every time I fly, it's first class. It's one of those things that, if I needed to jump on a plane, and fly to Spain tomorrow, I know I could get it done. Just like that.
If you are the kind of person who is waiting for the 'right' thing to happen, you might wait for a long time. It's like waiting for all the traffic lights to be green for five miles before starting the trip.
What is wine? It is the grape present in another form; its essence is there, though the fruit which produced it grew thousands of miles away, and perished years ago. So the object of many a tender thought may be spiritually present, in defiance of sp...
John Coffey: He kill them wi' their love. Wi' their love fo' each other. That's how it is, every day, all over the world.
Melinda Moores: What's your name? John Coffey: John Coffey, ma'am. Melinda Moores: Like the drink, only not spelled the same. John Coffey: No, ma'am. Not spelt the same at all.
Melinda Moores: I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.
John Coffey: Do you leave a light on after bedtime? Because I get a little scared in the dark sometimes. If it's a strange place.
Paul Edgecomb: [whispers] Goddamn, the sponge is dry! Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Well, don't you stop it! Don't you do it. It's too late for that.
William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: [after being put in solitary confinement] All I wanted me was a little cornbread, motherfuckers! All I wanted me was a little cornbread!
Brutus "Brutal" Howell: [Brutal gets his first look at John Coffey, before Paul] He's enormous! Paul Edgecomb: [smirks] Can't be bigger than you! [both snicker]
Paul Edgecomb: Toot, one more remark like that I'll have Van Hay roll on two for real. And I'll have one less crazy old trustee in the world.
Keith: [to Walter Miles] I'll whip her into shape. Natalie: [to Keith] Who the hell do you think you are? Keith: Who do YOU think I am?
Vizzini: A word, my lady. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby? Buttercup: There is nothing nearby... Not for miles. Vizzini: Then there will be no one to hear you scream.
