Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Don't shrug, imbecile. I'm blind. Save your body language for the bimbi.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, gentlemen, when the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: How's your skin, son? Charlie Simms: My skin, sir? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, for Christ's sake.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Touch me again, I'll kill ya, you little son-of-a-bitch! I touch you. Understand?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [at Charlie's disciplinary hearing] This is such a croc of shit! Mr. Trask: Mr. Slade, you are in the Baird School. Not a barracks.
Never underestimate the power of a scented candle!" declared a sign beneath a display of coloured candles. Yes, I thought. Buy two and invade Russia!
I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.
There is such solace in the mere sight of water. It clothes us delicately in its blowing salt and scent, gossamer items that medicate the poor soul
In the closeness of the passage, the queen could smell the other woman's perfume, a musky scent that spoke of moss and earth and wildflowers. Under it, she smelled ambition.
It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart scent that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds shaped like true-love hearts.
Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy
Loving for beauty is like vowing a lifetime commitment to a rose. No-matter how sweet-scented or pink "petald", every rose withers.
Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.
The only thing I have left to remember her by is the scent of her perfume. I just broke into her car and stole the bottle.
There is something nice about a library, isn't there?" Mr. Curtis said. He nodded and took in the familiar scenery. "The scent of ink and worn, dusty pages.
Coffee smells like how I imagine heaven will be scented. Would you like to spend eternity in my nose?
We're close. I can smell their faint scent," Blake whispered. Kieran snorted. "That makes one of us. All I smell is dog shit.
Maddie breathed in deep, inhaling the scent of breakfast and dish soap, clean laundry and wood floors, sunshine and a room filled with love. It smelled like home.
To live the life the gods have given you, you must clutch wisely, then run. Run like the houds of hell on a sinner's scent!
the fragrance in my words is not me But a reflection of your soul The scent of jasmine is the beauty of your heart That is the source of soulful you
What a beautiful woman. She moved with grace, she was entirely feminine, and yet, she possessed incredible inner strength. She’s a survivor.
