He sat up, going still. “Am I wearing a wife-beater, Lizvetta?” He gaped down. “Oh, come on!” Lothaire
I was listless, so I made a list. I sat listless, listening to my inner voice before I started.
She sat in the sunshine watching the life on the street and guarding within herself, her own mystery of life.
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
The last night of retreat, after Mass, the hundreds of them sat by candlelight in the huge gymnasium. It smelled like incense and whatever hope was made out of.
She rolled over and sat up as he bent, tearing off his boots. "Whatcha doing?" "Getting naked." "I like that.
I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.
Do you come here often?"... "Often enough, but I've never sat across from such a beautiful woman before.
MacMillian groaned again, and sat up. "Clients?" "Yeah. You know, people who'll give us money in exchange for work.
Before I was on 'Idol,' I just sat at home and played video games all day long. Now I get to travel and work towards my dream. It's the best feeling ever.
I sat with the broken; I whispered their names, I let them feel for the first time; serendipity, would change the vision they see for a day
When I was young, I just sat down and started playing Chopsticks at the piano. I got so far and then lost interest. Eventually, I regained it and started writing songs.
Prayers were held in Assembly Hall. We all perched in rows on wooden benches while teachers sat up on the platform in armchairs, facing us.
I wasn't one-hundred percent sure that Jenny Craig was going to be the right program for me, but I wanted to do something. So I sat down with the CEO of Jenny Craig, Patti Larchet.
Shopkeepers —the great landed and commercial interests—regularly sat and slept, and where the two publicans occupied pews, but seldom made even the pretence of worshipping.
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk. Martin Luther King walked so Obama could run. Obama's running so we all can fly.
If Rosa Parks had taken a poll before she sat down in the bus in Montgomery, she'd still be standing.
We were never the family that ordered pizza, and my mom never came home with a bucket of fried chicken. My mom always made home-cooked meals. We always sat down at the dinner table as a family.
We now have a political process, we've had a period of parties that have been fighting each other quite literally with bombs and bullets, talking to each other, and having sat together in the assembly and sharing government with each other.
I wanted to find something I could do at home. I sat down with a friend and made a list of all the things I could try, and one of them was writing a novel.
The real story of Facebook is just that we've worked so hard for all this time. I mean, the real story is actually probably pretty boring, right? I mean, we just sat at our computers for six years and coded.
