Hard to believe You’re not an angel girl Baby it’s hard to believe You’re one in a million I swear Roses do miss the rain Baby again and again I Miss you …………………
One trick I swear by: I pour a little neroli or lavender oil onto a hot towel and use it to wipe off my makeup. It opens up my pores, and then my face cream sinks in better.
I swear, I didn't really go in thinking, 'I'll be the Simon Cowell' of 'Top Chef.' I was just used to being a judge on British food shows where people are much more outspoken and rather rude. That's the culture over here.
When you're writing for newspapers you have all these parameters. You can't swear, you have to use short paragraphs, all that. If you stay within those parameters, you have lots of freedom because you're writing for the next day.
I come from a working-class family in Pittsburgh, whereas 'Mike & Molly' deals with the working class in Chicago. I swear a little, but I pretty much talk the same. It's not like when you see someone like Tim Allen and he's a lot bluer onstage.
We all in real life put on these masks - we don't swear when we're around certain people... When we come home, when you're on your own I'm sure you're really different than when you're with your boss.
I swear to God, I don't remember anything Gwyneth Paltrow was in. Some people get hot by association. I heard more about her and Brad Pitt and I ever heard about her work.
It's a petty thing, but I wouldn't join the Scouts when I was a kid, 'cause you had to swear allegiance to the queen. I'm just not a royalist. I think it's idiotic, a hereditary principle.
I, faggot Wenqing Kang, Ph. D. in History from UC Santa Cruz, do solemnly swear that homosexual relationships between men are more enjoyable and more harmonious than heterosexual relationships.
I run in Central Park as the sun comes up. Some may mistake it for walking, but I swear I am running. I could not do it without my iPod.
Jacopo: I swear on my dead relatives - and even on the ones who are not feeling too good - I am your man forever!
Michael Corleone: I swear on the lives of my children, give me one last chance to redeem myself and I will sin no more.
Harry: I swear I don't know. One minute the glass was there and then it was gone. It was like magic. Uncle Vernon: There's no such thing as magic!
Olive: [takes off her head phones and grandpa suddenly puts a pauses to his ongoing swearing] What are you guys talking about? Grandpa: Politics.
Sgt. Barnes: You're dead, Elias! I swear to fuckin' God, you're dead! Sgt. Elias: You're gonna do time in LBJ! This shit won't wash, you fucking puke!
Sarah Connor: [armed with a hypodermic syringe inudated with drain cleaner] I'll pump him full of this shit; I swear!
But say some, would you expose woman to the contact of rough, rude, drinking, swearing, fighting men at the ballot box? What a humiliating confession lies in this plea for keeping woman in the background!
Billy Brown: And if I find out you go near my locker, I swear to God I'll give you a karate chop right in the head.
Butch Cassidy: I swear, if Sweetface told me that I rode out of town ten minutes ago, I'd believe him.
Let every American, every lover of liberty, every well wisher to his posterity, swear by the blood of the Revolution, never to violate in the least particular, the laws of the country; and never to tolerate their violation by others.
Is there nothing the prodigiously talented Ann Patchett can't do? She's channeled the world of opera, Boston politics, magic, unwed motherhood, and race relations, creating scenarios so indelible, you swear they are right outside your door.
