In fact when Sweet Honey was ten years old it was too big for me to run, and I knew it, but I ran it for another thirteen years because I couldn't convince other people to really do it. And this year, I'm not running it.
Purchase items that can be made into several meals, like a whole roasted chicken, or bag of sweet potatoes, and shop the periphery of the grocery store, avoiding the middle aisles full of processed and higher-priced foods.
Turning back the pages of my sweet shattered dream, I wonder if she'll ever do the same; And the thing that I call living is just being satisfied With knowing I've got no one left to blame.
She was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed towards conversation.
I've seen so much and lived it all. I wanted to bite the earth and taste it. It is both bitter and sweet, and if I had my time to live over again, I wouldn’t change a damn thing — Reg...
I crave the sweet surrender of sleep and my dreams' uncensored communication: no tiresome small talk, sucking up to impress, or tiptoeing around charged topics. Dreams are the naked truth; get ready for it.
Like a father with his daughter, the writist plays peek-a-boo with the world. His aim is to evoke that sweet smile, the one that says "i remember you. I am glad you are here again".
...Bud forth as the rose planted by the brooks of waters. Give ye a sweet odor as frankincense. Send forth flowers, as the lily...and bring forth leaves in grace, and praise with canticles, and bless the Lord in his works." —Ecclesiasticus 39:17-19
I have taken all my good deeds and all my bad deeds, and cast them … in a heap before the Lord, and fled from both, and betaken myself to the Lord Jesus Christ, and in him I have sweet peace!
So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets -- dainty bricks of dream wrapped in the silk stockings of oblivion.
Ive created a new drink! I'm calling it the Piñata Colada! Its sweet and tasty, but when you wake up the next morning your head feels like its been hitten with a stick.
I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving;
Michael: You read the Count of Monte Cristo lately? Lorenzo: I dunno, 10 years ago Michael: I read a little bit every night. I read words like revenge, sweet, lasting revenge.
Woman at Subway Station: Sweet Jesus! What have you boys done? What in the name of God have you boys done? Young Michael: I think we just killed a man.
Everything you've heard about Canadians apologizing profusely for things they shouldn't be sorry about is absolutely true. It is both sweet, endearing and worrisome at the same time. Having someone apologize for no reason actually makes me feel as th...
I didn't know what was going to happen with 'Teen Wolf.' I was only scheduled to do four episodes for them, but they kept me on, and I was like, 'Sweet! I'm still employed! That's awesome!' And then, they let me know that they were considering having...
Sweet Dick Willie: [Radio Raheem walks past blasting Public Enemy on his boombox] Goddamn! Turn that shit off; play some Bobby Blue Bland.
[first lines] Skeleton Man: Get rid of them! I don't want to see them! Fat Lady: Darling, don't be difficult! Let's take our sweet lovely children on an outing.
Chi Fu: Order. People, order. Citizen: I'll have a pan-fried noodle. Chien-Po: Ooh, ooh, sweet-and-pungent shrimp. Citizen: Moo goo gai pan. Chi Fu: That's not funny.
[Avner has become an unofficial agent for Mossad] Ephraim: You want the last of the baklava? Avner: No. Ephraim: Smart decision. You should avoid sweets. After all, you just signed away your dental insurance.
[last lines] Waitress: Excuse me, but are you Paul Sheldon? Paul Sheldon: Yes. Waitress: I just wanted to tell you I'm your number one fan. Paul Sheldon: That's... very sweet of you...
