Lucy could see that love unconfined, love outside convention, might well make a woman an unfit mother; you were one kind of woman or another: you were good or you were bad, as the world saw it, and no stations in between. They allowed you to choose; ...
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Alright, listen up, people. Our fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground barring injuries is 4 miles-per-hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want from each and ...
[first lines] Director Josef: You keep your work station so clean, Jerome. Vincent: It's next to godliness. Isn't that what they say? Director Josef: Godliness. I reviewed your flight plan. Not one error in a million keystrokes. Phenomenal. It's righ...
Ellen Brody: [to Chief Brody] You told me the shark was caught. And I, I heard it on the news... I heard it on the Cape station. Hooper: They caught A shark, not THE shark. Big difference. Not the shark that killed Chrissie Watkins... and probably no...
Max Schumacher: I'm the man that you presumably love. I'm a part of your life. I live here. I'm real. You can't switch to another station. Diana Christensen: Well, what exactly is it you want me to do? Max Schumacher: I just want you to love me. I ju...
Kaylee Frye: If you had a care for anybody's heart... Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: You knew he was gonna leave. We never been nothing but a way station to those two. And how the hell do you know what he feels? He's got River to worry on, but he still coul...
Princess Leia Organa: They let us go. It was the only reason for the ease of our escape. Han Solo: Easy? You call that easy? Princess Leia Organa: They're tracking us. Han Solo: Not this ship, sister. Princess Leia Organa: [sighs] At least the inform...
Don't be too full of yourself because of how people hail you. When your head is swelling, it means there is more empty space to fill in there!
The rain thundered down so heavily that Pritam could imagine that space itself was made of water and was pouring through rents in the sky's tired fabric.
All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.
It's like she had a soul that was much too big for her; it filled her to the brim till there was no more space, so it flowed out through her eyes.
I was his heartbeat. I was his fucking universe. Now I was, but soon I wouldn't be. I would miss that, miss being important. I would miss having someone.
It was machines that scanned the heavens, machines that probed the space between atoms, machines that asked the questions and designed to experiments to answer them. All that was left for mere meat, apparently, was navel-gazing.
Unbeknownst to most of its dormant and otherwise distracted inhabitants, one beautiful tiny blue sphere, spinning through the dark cloak of galactic space, was clearly under siege.
...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.
Again, we find that the space standards of twenty-first century luxury are below the required minimum for dockworkers in 1962.
I'm lost in space and I want to find a way home. Nobody else can get me back to the planet, so I have to do it myself.
On a harsh expedition, there's no space for anyone who does not intend to finish.
People need space; families need air; love needs light. Like Mrs. Anastagio always said, ―You need enough rooms to love someone properly.
You need to be able to fill that space on your own, Maddie. You should never have to rely on another person to make you feel whole. That life is dangerous.
A brick could be used in the back part of a director’s last name, to make an epic space odyssey.
