Captain: Not bad in here, is it? No mail, no telephone. Solid wood paneling. Well-ventilated boat. Free food, too. "Rolling in clover" we are. Der Leitende: ...Like fresh horse-droppings. They're "Rolling in clover" as well. They have no need to make...
Miss Plimsoll: Is there too much of a draft? Should I roll up the window? Sir Wilfrid: Just roll up your mouth, you talk too much. If I had known how much you talk I'd never have come out of my coma.
The process of performance capture really is transparent now. We're not having to shoot in special areas with performance capture cameras all around. These performance cameras are brought outside of the studio lot, and you can shoot on any location. ...
It is well known that stone can think, because the whole of electronics is based on that fact, but in some universes men spend ages looking for other intelligences in the sky without once looking under their feet. That is because they've got the time...
It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
All your life you was one thing. And now you can be something else if you want! Somebody completely different. You can actually start yourself over from scratch. Turn yourself into what you have always wanted to be!
To thee, to thee, my fire! Thou hast been burning in my heart all these futile years. If my life were a piece of gold it would come out of its trial brighter, but it is a trodden turf of grass, and nothing remains of it but this handful of ashes.
Hope was never meant to be A future shared alone, As life cannot be won or lost It was never ours to own.
Is it not enough to shine, To know that friends are true? That love is born of friendship, And who you are is you?
I can't change what's happened to me in my life, or make what's not occurred take place. But I can't say I like it, or accept it, or believe it's for the best. I don't and never shall, not even if I'm damned for it.
… we have bad dreams because our brain is trying to protect us… If we can figure out a way to beat the imaginary monsters … Then the real monsters don’t seem so scary… That’s why we like reading scary stories.
Había tantas cosas que quería de ella, y tanto que le quería dar. Pero iba a ser paciente, porque eso es lo que ella necesitaba, y él le daría todo lo que le fuera posible para hacerla feliz. Mientras lo amara, él le pertenecería a ella para s...
Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?
Hey everyone. This is Elizabeth Stone, the one who wrote a A BOY I ONCE KNEW and BLACK SHEEP AND KISSING COUSINS. To those of you who read either one, thanks! But another Elizabeth Stone, not me, wrote WOMEN AND THE CUBAN REVOLUTION and VALLEY OF THE...
She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once bee...
Uther: [Uther is dying after being ambushed] No-one shall wield Excalibur but me! [drives Excalibur into the stone as he dies] Merlin: [casting a spell] Whoever pulls the sword from the stone, he shall be king! [looking at the infant Arthur] Merlin: ...
You know what makes me teary? Goya. Goya makes me cry.
Politics swings like a pendulum.
People like passion in politics.
Let’s all roll up our sleeves and get back to work. Or let’s create jobs where other people roll up other people’s sleeves, so these other people can get to work helping other people get to work. That’s brilliant. I should be a politician.
I could feel the urgency in the driver’s voice as he prodded the horses to greater momentum. The rumble of thunder could be heard rolling through the mountains as foreboding dark clouds rolled overhead obscuring the starry sky. The sun vanished w...
