Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought...
In Bio last year, I learned that blood is actually a dark maroon when it's inside your body. It's the exposure to oxygen that turns it bright red. And there must have been a lot of oxygen in my bathroom, because that blood was bright, bright red.
I had a dream about you. Our relationship faded from red to white, and somewhere in the middle, in the pink zone, I told you I loved you and you returned it. However, at white, our relationship went black and I sought red in the arms of another woman...
A leader is criticised for whatever he does as all his actions benefit some and adversely affect others. When other people commit the same mistake, they can be forgiven or ignored, but never a leader, for his actions affect a large number of people.
Generally speaking, rural drivers are a much better behaved species than city drivers. I'm not sure whether they're intrinsically this way, or there are just fewer opportunities for them to do behave badly. You can't go around running red lights if t...
Dr. Gonzo: Let's find a nice seafood restaurant and eat some red salmon, I feel a powerful lust for red salmon. [cuts to him vomiting] Dr. Gonzo: God damn mescaline. Why the fuck can't they make it a little less pure?
Captain Ramius: Re-verify our range to target... one ping only. Capt. Vasili Borodin: Captain, I - I - I just... Captain Ramius: Give me a ping, Vasili. One ping only, please. Capt. Vasili Borodin: Aye, Captain.
Captain Ramius: Ryan, sit here. Jack Ryan: I'm not a Naval officer! I'm with the CIA! Captain Ramius: CIA? Jack Ryan: I'm not an agent, I just write books for the CIA! Captain Ramius: Whatever. Sit here and do exactly what I tell you.
Capt. Bart Mancuso: Hang on, Jonesy. If I can get you close enough... can you track this sucker? Seaman Jones: Yes, sir. Now that I know what to listen for, I'll bag 'im. Capt. Bart Mancuso: [smiling] Carry on.
Jack Ryan: Where are we going, anyway? Admiral James Greer: Briefing for Jeffrey Pelt, the President's National Security Advisor. Most of the Joint Chiefs will be there, along with a few other people. Jack Ryan: Who's giving the briefing? Admiral Jam...
Danny Witwer: Looks like we won't be working together after all, John. Now put the gun down. I don't hear a red ball. [Sirens begin going off, the same sirens that usually indicate a red ball- Witwer's smile drops]
Father John Patrick 'Dago Red' Mulcahy: [the camp is listening to Frank Burns and Hot Lips fooling around over the radio] Is this 'The Bickersons'? I love them. Duke Forrest: Who? Father John Patrick 'Dago Red' Mulcahy: The Battling Bickersons. I lov...
When you see a fashion show, you see those seven minutes of what was six months of tedious work of, you know, going up an inch and down an inch, changing it from one shade of red to another shade of red. So it's the same as any creative process. The ...
You are absolutely beautiful," Anne said. "But if you see yourself, you'll want to pin your hair back like a shepherdess in a bad play." (Eleanor) "Are you saying that I normally look as if I'm tending sheep? With straw in my hair? As if I might yode...
Resentment is the act of stabbing yourself repeatedly in the heart with a knife, hoping the other person dies.
Kalist is in his office with the door shut, secretly adding the final touches to his new Brichacek doll; she’s got rosy, plaster cheeks and his nose hairs for pubes, although he thinks he might die them blond to go with her hair.
That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair's right for the first time in your life? I don;t think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.
My cat has long hair. Like a hippy. It gets annoying because I can’t get him to shut up about Vietnam. I can’t relate, because I wasn’t there. Neither was he, because like I said, he's like a hippy.
You like vodka, and I like carpet cleaner. You should try it. It’ll put hair on your chest—really clean hair. Grandpa said it would make me a better lover, but I made me a better lover—and I made it out of clay.
I waited for her to catch up, and when I did, she slowed down, and I missed seeing the light in her hair. I never told Nadia how much I liked seeing the halo the sunlight made of her hair. Sometimes silence is a habit that hurts.
...Anand, look at the back of my hands. No hair. The sign of an advanced race, boy. And look at yours. No hair either. But you never know. With some of your mother's bad blood flowing in your veins you could wake up one morning and find yourself hair...
