Some people believe in telling stories. Some believe in doing things about which stories will be told in times to come.
So It's Gonna Be Forever or It's Gonna Go Down In Flames You Can Tell Me When It's Over, If the High Was Worth the Pain.
The ballet needs to tell its own story in such a way it can be received without having to be translated into language.
I'll tell you what, I've been in some seriously bad places playing golf and it's just part of the game.
Only blacks can play the race card, apparently; only they think in racial terms, at least to hear white America tell it.
I've lived through a war. I've seen burning corpses on the road side. And yes, I will tell you, peace is the only way out.
Standing behind a kitchen counter telling people about what ingredients to put in a pot didn't feel right.
We thought about it, what we want to tell, and I didn't want to move it directly into the Nazi times. I thought it's much more interesting to see how BloodRayne became BloodRayne.
The biggest mistake you can make is listening to people who've given up on their dreams telling you to give up on yours.
so dangerously beautiful but you will not dare to ask her or tell her how you feel love hurts in the worst ways
I won't ever ask if you don't ever tell me. I know you well enough to know you never loved me
I thought I can throw away all my memories but whenever I tell my mind to do it, memories stick it more...!!
Tell me the story.. About how the sun loved the moon so much.. That she died every night.. Just to let him breathe...
Tell me again about how it's impossible to do and how it can't be done, then get out of my way and watch me do it.
There is no symbolism to these fish, as Hemingway wrote. A cabezon is just a cabezon; a garibaldi, a garibaldi. But what wonderful stories they tell us about life in the ocean!
Now call your old lady and tell her to come out here. Go ahead and don't try no funny stuff.
Like I tell our kids, 'Your Mom isn't always right and I'm not always right. But together, WE'RE ALWAYS right!
Give me a life time by the fire, with a book in my hand, nothing more and I will tell you a great story.
Oh, dead man, you're dead wrong, I tell him. The world goes on stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.
why should I die and loose you to tell god how much I love you...
And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I'll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose I shall write the stories it tells.
