Statistically speaking, there is a 65 percent chance that the love of your life is having an affair. Be very suspicious.
O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely,
O, that's a brave man! He writes brave versrs, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely,
This could have occurred nowhere but in England, where men and sea interpenetrate, so to speak—the sea entering into the life of most men, and the men knowing something or everything about the sea, in the way of amusement, of travel, or of bread-wi...
While the word charity connotes a single act of giving, justice speaks to right living, of aligning oneself with the world in a way that sustains rather than exploits the rest of creation.
I love body language, because I can speak it without talking, without listening, and while my back is turned.
Speaking of Twitter, I don't even know if I composed a blog entry in 2009, as I was too busy parceling my every thought into cute 140-character sound bites. I used to only worry about being pithy for a living; now some of my best lines are wasted on ...
I speak for all Malaysians in expressing my admiration for the Queen and the grace, poise and selflessness with which she has carried out her duties during her long reign. She represents the very best of British traits: dignity, resilience and hard w...
It seems an insult to the night to speak of purpose and intent, when this common moment is so brimming full of blessed design tranquility. All things follow their course.
Are you following me?" He asked. "Us?" I was the first to speak. "Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?" He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.
You won't let anything bad happen to me, will you, Garrett?" A lump the size of Massachusetts lodges in my throat. I swallow hard and try to speak past it. "Never.
It is important to speak your truth, not to convince anyone else of it. Everyone must make up their own minds.
She knew enough to recognize that memories were crowding in, and there was nothing he could do. They wouldn’t let him speak. She would never know what scenes were driving that turmoil.
My angels are jellyfish, electric, nearly invisible, armed with poisoned harpoons. My archangels are yellow tang. They feed on sunlight. They speak through color. Anything in their paths turns blind.
I love you, I want to tell yu that, I want to say it for the billion times I couldn't say it. - Fletcher Green
I was a fan of the Marx Brothers. One of them had this character where he pretended not to be able to talk, but then he wrote this autobiography called 'Harpo Speaks!' He wrote about how he quit school at nine years old to become a professional.
By reading a lot of novels in a variety of genres, and asking questions, it's possible to learn how things are done - the mechanics of writing, so to speak - and which genres and authors excel in various areas.
Before I was ever a poet, my father was writing poems about me, so it was a turning of the tables when I became a poet and started answering, speaking back to his poems in ways that I had not before.
To be a superstar is incredible pressure. And also in our country, I'm going to speak about this, America. We have a way of kind of making it hard on our superstars. I don't sense it when I go to Europe or I go to Japan.
To speak of oneself means to lay bare one's own soul, expose it like a body to the sun. To lay bare one's own soul is not at all like taking off one's brassiere on a crowded beach!
I share my happiness and sorrow Cos I know for once there will be no tomorrow If I wish to live in your memories I too have to be there to share your worries Speak up to your friend, am just a call away
