The right to kill another person is not a right that I would agree with and support.
There's no right way of writing. There's only your way.
At the Carter Center we work with victims of oppression, and we give support to human rights heroes.
I know that I wouldn't mind going back to work if I could find the right script and the right crew to work with.
On the whole, it is the rights and freedoms of all citizens that are crucial in Saudi Arabia and from those the rights of women will emanate.
We so want to be right and so trust that our desire to be right is something that God would surely bless. Yet the desire to be right comes with a price: the fear of being wrong. And so, in a counter-intuitive way, this focus on being right seems to b...
All right, all right, you go right on thinking you an act of God created in his image, and I’ll go right on thinking I’m descended from an ape. When you look in the mirror I should think you’d feel pretty discouraged; I wouldn’t be happy to l...
The Flight of Providence To do what is right, we try Against the odds, we try You are not like us, they say Stand down We fight, and only God knows For our right to exist For the truth We are manifest for this hour We will not be silent You are not l...
Bass: The law says you have the right to hold a nigger, but begging the law's pardon... it lies. Is everything right because the law allows it? Suppose they'd pass a law taking away your liberty and making you a slave? Edwin Epps: Ha! Bass: Suppose! ...
If your opponent is better armed and has longer reach, then surprise is your only ally. And then you'd better hope he's half asleep.
If you make some comment even obliquely alluding to menstruation or menopause and its effect on my judgment," Murphy interrupted, "I will break your arm in eleven places.
The door of the judge's house was opened to him by a huge, bearded man who informed the reporter in a conversational tone that if he did not leave the village immediately he would not leave it with his arms unbroken.
Even more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground. “Camille’s carpet,” Magnus protested. “It’s blood,” said Will. “She ought to be thrilled.
I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something.
Stress is equivalent to weapons of mass destruction armed for wrong reasons. The difference is that, it is less costly as compared to the atomic bombs! However, it destroys faster!
There's so many different worlds, so many different suns. And we have just one world, but we live in different ones.
What's with that?' Butters screamed, his voice high and frightened. 'Just covering his head with his arms? Didn't he see the lawyer in the movie?
Pin his fucking legs." "Can't. Got his arms." "Knock him out, Paris." "Sure. Want me to spew diamonds from my ass while I'm at it?
Happiness made Marv anxious because he knew it didn't last. But happiness destroyed was worth wrapping your arms around because it always hugged you back.
Ludlow put a hand on his arm. "A friend of mine used to say, 'You cannot change the past, but every moment is an opportunity to change your future.
Pour Into My Spirit ...spread your arms around me console me and keep me close - wield your mighty sword to vanquish all my foes...
