Thank you... fat dude with giant headphones on the subway, for looking like what would've happened if Jabba the Hutt mated with Princess Leia.
Herbie: Can I help you, mate? Richard: [shrugs] Sorry? Herbie: [says aggressively] What the fuck are you looking at? Richard: [shouts] You, ya cunt!
Bruce: Just a bite! Anchor: Now you hold it together, mate! Chum: Remember, Bruce! Fish are friends, not food! Bruce: Food!
Sid: Well, I think mating for life is stupid. I mean, there's plenty of Sid to go around.
Combo: [Robbing Mr Sandu's store] What are you doing? Accomplice: I thought I'd take a shit. Combo: Put your arse away, mate.
Whenever I heard the song of a bird and the answering call of its mate, I could visualize the notes in scale, all built up within my consciousness as a natural symphony.
Beauty is the eye's food but the soul's sorrow.
Thick body, weak soul.
A wounded soul is difficult to heal.
The less souls, the more joy.
Valor is common but great souls are rare.
My soul is still Irish.
We'll stop it, even if my body crumbles to bits I'll stop it with my soul!
May my soul bloom in love for all existence.
All men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.
I would rather my soul broil in hell than I do you any harm.
When I missed the physical body of my partner, I meditated on its parts, tossed by the waves, torn, dispersed, and deteriorated. When memories of our lives together became acute and intense, I breathed. I breathed through each wave of yearning, of re...
You do me proud, Captain. But, dear, I want to say one thing and then I'm done; for you don't need much advice of mine after my good man has spoken. I read somewhere that every inch of rope in the British Navy has a strand of red in it, so wherever a...
Where my soul went during that swoon I cannot tell. Whatever she saw, or wherever she travelled in her trance on that strange night she kept her own secret; never whispering a word to Memory, and baffling imagination by an indissoluble silence. She m...
The Wolf trots to and fro, The world lies deep in snow, The raven from the birch tree flies, But nowhere a hare, nowhere a roe, The roe -she is so dear, so sweet - If such a thing I might surprise In my embrace, my teeth would meet, What else is ther...
Each country has a soul, and France's soul is equality.
