Quotes of: Open-arms Keyword

These people are very unskilled in arms... with 50 men they could all be subjected and made to do all that one wished.

Christopher Columbus

You are not going to get peace with millions of armed men. The chariot of peace cannot advance over a road littered with cannon.

David Lloyd

When we too are armed and trained, we can convince men that we have hands, feet, and a heart like yours;.

Veronica Franco

A sweaty Macbeth with blood on his arms coming in fresh from the battle doesn't interest me.

Alan Cumming

Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.

Yara Bashraheel

When you agree to work with a filmmaker, it's important that you accept their world. It's an adventure. I like that. I throw myself into the director's arms, into their universe.

Tahar Rahim

The trouble with women umpires is that I couldn't argue with one. I'd put my arms around her and give her a little kiss.

Casey Stengel

I have no pain, but he has split open my skull. There is no matter, I mean, there is no brain in there. It, it is just a skull. And still he felt he had to open it to let energy in there.

Ema's Odyssey: Shamanism for Healing and Spiritual Knowledge

A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes. A good fan opens with a flick of the wrist. It produces its own weather---a breeze not so strong as to muss the hair.

The Fan-Maker's Inquisition: A Novel of the Marquis de Sade

Until we can receive with an open heart, we are never really giving with an open heart.

The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are

Once when I asked you if you still loved your wife, you said, Love leaves the back door open. Later, you said, Love like a hospital gown opens at the back. And you slipped out.

How to Stop Loving Someone

Asta Sollilja slept on, her head in the corner, mouth open, chin up, and head back, with one hand under her ear and the other half-open on the coverlet as if she thought in her sleep that someone would come and lay happiness in her palm.

Independent People

If I ever stop challenging myself, then I am getting lazy and comfortable and I am no longer growing. I hope to use life's challenges as stepping stones to ever greater things.

Rowing the Atlantic: Lessons Learned on the Open Ocean

When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important, and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no bricks and ...

The Open Boat

These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is no...

Life of Pi

It's nice to watch television but it's even nicer when you've got a drink in your hand,' Gregory Ratcliffe, a Birmingham shopkeeper, told Reynolds News. 'Makes it more intimate somehow. Gives you the feeling that you're in a posh cabaret.

Modernity Britain: Opening the Box, 1957-1959

The truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly; light would elucidate the most difficult truths; wind would sweep away obtuse padding.

The Solace of Open Spaces

...I also have an extended family. The people who stayed. The people who became more than friends; the people who open the door when I knock. That's what it all boils down to. The people who have to open the door, not because they always want to but ...

Then Again

When you build a city near no mountains and no ocean, you get materialism and traditional religion. People have too much time and lack inspiration.

Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road

I’ll let you see the door is open, so you know I’m open to the idea that you can leave anytime you want. So long as you are able to pick the lock on your handcuffs while you are blindfolded. 

This Book Has No Title

There's a rebel lying deep in my soul. Anytime anybody tells me the trend is such and such, I go the opposite direction. I hate the idea of trends. I hate imitation; I have a reverence for individuality.

Wild Open Spaces: Why We Love Westerns