She opened one eye. “The goddess Artemis is going to talk to the supreme god Zeus … about me?” “Yup.” She closed her eyes again. “I’m so not okay.
I’d like to open a restaurant. Would you eat at a place called Filthy’s? The name would be better than the food, which in turn would be better than the service.
I opened my mouth to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words melted like sugar on my tongue-sweet yet insubstantial.
The conversation was one-sided. She was doing all the talking, and every time I opened my mouth it wasn’t to reply—it was to yawn.
We represent the true human condition, the one permanent victory over cruelty and chaos. . . . Our true home is the imagination, and our kingdom is the wide-open world.
Any open net was an unforgivable crime meriting immediate punishment, and [Di Stefano] carried out the sentence by stabbing at it like a mischievous elf.
I pulled you from the snow, Tella. You couldn't even keep your eyes open.' I roll my eyes to show him how well they work now.
Shakespeare opens a mine which contains gold and diamonds in unexhaustible plenty, though clouded by incrustations, debased by impurities, and mingled with a mass of meaner minerales.
Finally, mercifully, the spasms subsided, as the old man’s head lolled back, his mouth hanging open, taking in deep, ragged breaths of stale, recirculated air.
And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I’ll never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.
He wore the evidence of thinking all over his face, open and easy to read. Leah envied him that confidence to show what he was feeling.
It takes great courage to open one's heart and mind to the tremendous injustice and suffering in our world.
May your heart open. May joy emerge. May love flow through you. May you heal and help others.
Instead of a Lemonade Stand, I should open up a “You know what I can’t stand?” Stand. I’ll sell rants in small, medium, and large.
How can I have my 15 minutes of fame when open mics only allow you to perform for 10 minutes.
Laughter feels like our flotation device -- it won't pull us out of the storm, but it might carry us through, if we can just hang on.
Man's most important achievement is not about standing up and start walking but, standing up to speak the truth.
We all are creative by nature, but our creativity gets buried deep under the pressure of our day to day mad rush.
A body of work such as Pasteur's is inconceivable in our time: no man would be given a chance to create a whole science. Nowadays a path is scarcely opened up when the crowd begins to pour in.
He spoke so effortlessly, as if his mouth were a musical instrument that just let sound out when touched, when opened.
The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale...
