Andrew Largeman: I just feel like I've been going to too many of these lately. Sam: What? Dates? Andrew Largeman: You call this a date? This isn't a date. No, funerals.
Jareth: Turn back, Sarah. Turn back before it's too late. Sarah: I can't. Don't you understand I can't? Jareth: What a pity.
Black people dance well because we start early - there's music being played everywhere. White people? They don't start dancing until they get to college, and by then, it's too late; the bottom don't move with the top no matter how hard they try.
I don't know what has happened to movies, but lately every movie is at least 20 minutes too long. It used to be that if you were three hours long it was because it was epic - a movie about Gandhi; something with very important subject matters.
I had three rules for my players: No profanity. Don't criticize a teammate. Never be late.
It was never physically dangerous except when I nearly fell off a horse, but it was physically arduous - especially when you were working late at night.
Just being alive should make you late for everything. In case you've never noticed, the dead are always on time.
The activities that went on at Camp King between 1946 and the late 1950s have never been fully accounted for by either the Department of Defense or the CIA.
I've been trying to fit everything in, trying to get to the end before it's too late, but I see now how badly I've deceived myself. Words do not allow such things. The closer you come to the end, the more there is to say. The end is only imaginary, a...
I looked at her quizzically. "No, why would you think so?" She gave me a knowing smile. "'Cause he's never brought a girl here before, child. Not one who didn't need my help, leastways." Oh! That pleased me, but I quashed it. "It's not like that. We,...
But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us...
The next thing Jordana says makes me realize that it's too late to save her. "I've noticed that when you light a match, the flame is the same shape as a falling tear." She's been sensitized, turned gooey in the middle. I saw it happening and I didn't...
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare...
My mom would always play me a lot of late-'50s, late-'60s rock.
Truthfully, I've never seen myself as being too thin. Sometimes I'll look at photos and be like, 'Oh, that's not a good look.' But generally speaking, I'm not too thin.
You can never read too much into anything
I never really think too much about my voice.
Never trust a husband too far, nor a bachelor too near.
Never let yesterday use up too much of today.
I never take myself too seriously.
You can never have too many black pumps. Never!
