She opened her eyes once again and let them drift across the scene laid out before her like a page from a storybook. Inky blackness hung above them as though painted in impasto in an opaque Prussian Blue. The impression it gave was of a sky hand-craf...
In the glowing evenings embedded within pearl sands of my Utopian lands and the skies dazzling with the beauty of a thousand melodic rainbows, feeling your tender touch, hearing your luring voice, merged with your silhouette, I am moved and lead by y...
Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam A strawberry shows half drowned in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure...
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; -- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangle...
There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. and the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press it...
Using time, pressure and patience, the universe gradually changes caterpillars into butterflies, sand into pearls, and coal into diamonds. You’re being worked on too, so hang in there. Just because something isn’t apparent right now, doesn’t me...
Richard: Sarcasm is the refuge of losers. Frank: [sarcastically] It is? Really? Richard: Sarcasm is losers trying to bring winners down to their level. Frank: [sarcastically] Wow, Richard, you've really opened my eyes to what a loser I am. How much d...
Will Turner: Where's Elizabeth? Jack Sparrow: She's safe, just like I promised. She's all set to marry Norrington, just like she promised. And you get to die for her, just like you promised. So we're all men of our word really... except for, of cours...
Jack Sparrow: [after Will draws his sword] Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again. Will Turner: You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you. Jack Sparrow: That's not much incentive for me to...
[talking to the pirates while he's in jail] Jack Sparrow: Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers. [pirate grabs Jack's throat to reveal a skeleton arm] Jack Sparrow: So, there is a...
Will Turner: She goes free. Barbossa: What's in your head, boy? Will Turner: She goes free. Barbossa: You've only got one shot and we can't die. Jack Sparrow: Don't do anything stupid. Will Turner: You can't. [points gun at his own throat] Will Turne...
Will Turner: My name is Will Turner, my father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins. Ragetti: Why, it's the spittin' image of our Bootstrap Bill, come back to haunt us. Will Turner: On my word, do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger ...
Pintel: You'll be dining with the captain. And he requests you wear this. Elizabeth: Well you may tell the captain that I am disinclined to acquiesce to his request. Pintel: He said you'd say that. He also said that if that be the case, then you'll b...
Elizabeth: [Elizabeth and Jack have just been rescued from the rumrunners' island] But we've got to save Will! Governor Swann: No! You're safe now. We will return to Port Royal immediately, not go gallivating after pirates! Elizabeth: Then we comdemn...
[of the British ambushing the pirates] Elizabeth: No... Wait... Stop! The pirates are undead! They'll all be killed! This is Jack Sparrow's doing! Lt. Gillette: Don't worry, Miss, he's already been informed of that, a little mermaid flopped up on dec...
Barbossa: Gents, you all remember Captain Jack Sparrow. Kill him. Jack Sparrow: The girl's blood didn't work, did it? Barbossa: [to the crew] Hold your fire! Barbossa: You know whose blood we need. Jack Sparrow: I know whose blood you need!
Usually I spare myself from the news, because if it’s not propaganda, then it’s one threat or another exaggerated to the point of absurdity, or it’s the tragedy of storm-quake-tsunami, of bigotry and oppression misnamed justice, of hatred passe...
Soul ties. The thing that can make you hear an old-school slow jam and think of somebody you haven’t seen in years. Soul ties. The thing that makes old people who’ve been together for years finish each other’s sentences. Don’t you wish mama h...
The next morning we experienced our very first “full English breakfast,” which consisted of tea, orange juice, cookies, oatmeal, granola, berries, bananas, croissants, grapes, pineapples, prunes, yogurt, five kinds of cold cereal, eggs, hash brow...
Vase [Why weep Come back tomorrow There are also poisonous flowers and flowers always open in the evening she loves the cinema she has been in Russia Love married with disdain Pearl-studded watch a trip to Montrouge Maisons- Lafitte and everything fi...
Other priests, he knew, found an intense pleasure in the raw, salty dialect of peasant conversation. They picked up pearls of wisdom and experience over a farmhouse table or a cup of wine in a workingman's kitchen. They talked with equal familiarity ...
