Stark truth, is seldom met with open arms.
The thing about Broadway, they always welcome you with open arms.
Claire, did I invite you to my barbeque?" Massie asked, her neck tilting to the right and her arms tightly crossed. "Huh? No. I mean, I don't know," Claire said. "Then why are you all up in my " Massie said through her teeth.
You know I love you right?” “I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.
He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it. The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war.
Still, as messed-up as it was, I really liked the feel of her bare arms and the smell of her hair. I got mad at myself right away and told myself I wasn't one of those guys, told myself it was just the hit to the head that was making me think that wa...
Issues of energy, climate change, nuclear arms control and non-proliferation are all big deals. These are problems that we have to get right globally, not just nationally, and there are big benefits in cooperating, in terms of sharing costs, in terms...
I have been right, Basil, haven’t I, to take my love out of poetry, and to find my wife in Shakespeare’s plays? Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Jul...
In voiceover, you have to restrain yourself when you're acting in the sound booth in front of the microphone. If you lean left or you lean right, you're going to lose the voice. Yet you yourself become animated when you're doing the part. So you'll s...
After assembly complete, when we have a larger crew on orbit, a more complex vehicle, more laboratories and more robot arms, maybe we'll have room for specialists. But right now we don't.
Truck Driver: [shouts] Ya dumb broad! Driving instructor: All right, Stephanie, gently extend your arm. Extend your middle finger. Very good. Well done.
Bernadette: [dryly, eying the huge landscape murals in their hotel room] Subtle. Mitzi: Oh, tack-a-rama! Who the hell does all the *painting* around here? Bernadette: Someone with no arms or right foot, by the look of things.
I am a Christian - but sometimes I feel very removed from Christianity. The Jesus Christ that I believe in was the man who turned over the tables in the temple and threw the money-changers out - substitute T.V. evangelists if you like…why in the We...
Keep your broken arm inside your sleeve.
A boil is fine as long as it's under someone else's arm.
Nessa held her arm up. She was staring at it, trying to gauge how big that was. “Dude, that’s as big as my arm. That’s like being f****d by a limb dude!” She wiggled her arm back and forth. “That's not normal.
Our extended family is an integral part of our daily lives and Connie and I welcome you with open arms.
The thrower of stones throws away the strength of his own arm.
If you dip your arm into the picklepot let it be up to the elbow.
I will survive: if the hell rejects me, there is always the paradise.
People want more fit arms, but my arms are too fit. But I'm not complaining. They pay my bills.
