And it raises a fundamental question: How long can we move the world in one direction while we move in another direction, and do we want to backslide into an era that we finally emerged from where we had a nuclear weapon for every tactical mission?
It's the classic story form. All staying equal, or proving equal, or being equal, this will all continue, and the next time around, we'll move on to see what happened to Harry after he dove in the river, or who his friend John really was, and so on.
In the coming days, I know there will be some reflecting on my time as mayor. Many of you will search to find what's behind my decision. It's simple. I have always believed that every person, especially public officials, must understand when it is ti...
Howard: ...Our files are confidential Mr. Barish so we can't show you any evidence. Suffice it to say, Miss Kruczynski was not happy and she wanted to move on. We provide that possibility.
Young Sophie: Lets run! Don't fight them, Howl! Howl: Sorry, I've had enough of running away, Sophie. Now I've got something I want to protect. It's you.
Old Sophie: I wonder what Howl disguised himself as? Surely not a crow. Can't be a pigeon, he's too flamboyant for that. [a glider plane with a giggling young woman and her lover flies overhead] Old Sophie: That could be him.
Howl: You didn't have to come back, Calcifer. Calcifer: Yeah, I kinda missed you guys, and it looks like it's gonna rain. Young Sophie: I missed you too, Calcifer.
Madam Suliman: That boy is extremely dangerous, his powers are far too great for someone without a heart. [pause] Madam Suliman: If he stays selfish, I'm afraid he'll end up just like the Witch of the Wastes.
Grace: So you say you know this house well? Mrs. Mills: Like the back of my hand, that is assuming the walls haven't sprouted legs and moved in the meantime. Grace: The only thing that moves here is the light, but it changes everything.
Jack Sparrow: Move away. Will Turner: No. Jack Sparrow: Please move? Will Turner: No. I cannot just step aside and let you escape. Jack Sparrow: This shot was not meant for you.
Ichabod Crane: [the decapitated corpse of Masbath has been found] You have moved the body. Dr. Thomas Lancaster: I did. Ichabod Crane: You must never move the body! Dr. Thomas Lancaster: Why not? Ichabod Crane: Because...
In our story logic which we're making up, if we're saying he's alive, then like a quadriplegic who's in bed he can move his head and shoulders, but he can't move his arms. If he could just turn on that power to his legs and arms, the nerves could get...
There are times when I am directing, and there are a couple of moments I didn't get the way I wanted, but I know I still have other angles to shoot and I have to be done by noon; I move on.
Death moved in the night, in search for blood, and when it found Life, it passed on by, like a cloud that moves by the face of the moon. When he found those dead without the red, he took the life before them born first, and the mourning emptied itsel...
I don’t always do what I say but if you want to follow my actions, be my guest. You can do what I do and fail, or you can do what I say and move on with your life. It’s your choice.
Moving on is the hardest thing to do, when that person made your life worth living for. Nomatter how difficult it's but we have to let go for own sake. Remember that your life is more precious than anything in this world.
In films you do a scene, you play around with it and unless you're doing a lot of reshooting, which no one has the luxury to do, you deal with the problem for a day and then you move on. On some level, it never allows you to go very deep into what pe...
I don't care if it hurts, I'm tired of lies and all these games, I've reached a point in life, and no longer can I be this way, don't come crying to me, I too have shed my share of tears. I'm moving on, yes I'm grooving on.
There was a stirring among the watching women. One came forward holding a chalice that was like thin leaves turned to green crystal. She paused beside the trunk of one of the spectral trees, reached up and drew down to her a branch. A slim girl with ...
You are all talking a bit too much, said Armando, who had cautioned them from the beginning to stay out of popular culture and in their own interior worlds. When you are caught up in the world that you did not design as support for your life and the ...
They sat on the outcropping of stone and at bread and fruit. Kasta watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place than another. It rose and fell again. It flowed, like water. "Is this what the sea i...
