Mondays are a good day to make statements, not Friday.
Thanksgiving, man. Not a good day to be my pants.
My desire is to walk with God every day.
You live day by day. You can't build your life.
I'm saying my rosary every day.
I'm Going To Be Great One Day
The musicians one day are going to listen to me.
Economics Teacher: Bueller?... Bueller?... Bueller?
I'd love to do a musical one day - a theatre musical.
Well, I enjoy sharing in the dangers that we ask our men and women in uniform to share in almost every day.
People who work every day are kind of scared of things they don't understand.
Modern dancing is old fashioned.
Being old is such a treat!
I'm a big old romantic.
Forgiveness is not about forgetting. It is about letting go of another person's throat......Forgiveness does not create a relationship. Unless people speak the truth about what they have done and change their mind and behavior, a relationship of trus...
Relationships, like all human experiences, are transient; they change every day and are meant to be enjoyed in the present. When I hear people say you need to "work" at a relationship, what that often really means is just seeing through the day-to-da...
When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it'll never end. But however hard you try you can't run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn ...
For the longest time my company is what got me up in the morning. It was what motivated me every second of every day. Since the moment you started working for me, you are what has gotten me up in the morning. You are what motivates me every second of...
At the end of the day, can you look back and say to yourself, "Today, my mother would be proud of me because I gave it all I had"? If you can, you will have had a very good day. And if you can do this every day, you will have a very good life.
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after...
Half asleep, he wondered whether that might not have been his happiest day ever, the last, perfect day swelling with the immensity of his secret intent, secret creation—the day before everything changed—the day before he realized, for the first t...
