Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.
So many times in the history of Mormon polygamy, the outside world thought it had the movement on the ropes only to see it flourish anew.
Don't ever rope me in as a late-night talk show host. I don't want to be one.
The Coachman: Give a bad boy enough rope, and he'll soon make a jackass of himself.
It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all da...
What is love? Imagine a helium balloon tied down and then you cut the ropes on a windy day. That is love.
His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands.
You smell wonderful,” he told her. “So aroused.” “That's the bug spray,” she said.
compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust,... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams...
Pursuing a dream without God’s approval is as dangerous as walking on a rope bridge over a big gutter? Guess the end….!
What i'm saying is that the sun always rises. Fortune's a mix of good and bad luck. Like they say/ good luck and bad luck are strands of the same rope.
Playing Rachmaninoff was like walking on a rope bridge across a gorge with dreamy skies above and a raging, muddy river below.
I see these guys, they throw a guy into the ropes and they do a back flip and then clothesline the guy and it looks stupid. Why don't you just clothesline the guy?
Chemists employed by the police can do remarkable things with blood. They can weave it into a rope to hang a man.
I've made choices that work with my family. I want to work and I want to be with my family so I just walk the tight-rope of showing up for both those things.
At home, when the heating pipes made noises, I imagined a tiny person was in there skipping with a rope. The fantasy world of tiny things became my escape.
I've looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.
I've never seen a truly great fighter get knocked onto the ropes unconscious... knocked out cold before... and I saw Roy Jones get knocked out twice in a row.
The human race is intoxicated with narrow victories, for life is a string of them like pearls that hit the floor when the rope breaks, and roll away in perfection and anarchy.
I mean, I grew up riding. I can't ever remember not being able to ride or rope and all that stuff. It was part of my life growing up, so it was fun for me.
On one level the sixties revolt was an impressive illustration of Lenin's remark that the capitalist will sell you the rope to hang him with.
