Come out, Yamiko, come out...
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.
War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.
When you've played this game for ten years and gone to bat seven-thousand times and gotten two-thousand hits do you know what that really means? It means you've gone zero for five-thousand.
It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.
Old Paul Edgecomb: They usually call death row the Last Mile, but we called ours the Green Mile, because the floor was the color of faded limes. We had the electric chair then. Old Sparky, we called it. I've lived a lot of years, Ellie, but 1935 take...
Becky: Miles, why don't you call Danny? Maybe he can help. Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Danny? No. The way he was behaving last night... I'm afraid it's too late to call Danny too. Becky: Well, what are you going to do? Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Get help. I hop...
It is almost as if ideas set in mathematical form melt and become liquid and just as rivers can, from the most humble beginnings, flow for thousands of miles, through the most varied topography bringing nourishment and life with them wherever they go...
If you feel like a nearly-drowned rat that’s been dragged through the mud, all twisted up inside your mother’s borrowed, prized quilt, having been tossed about by gale force winds that managed to entangle you in barbed wire one-thousand miles fro...
It seemed to me then - and to be honest, sir, seems to me still - that America was engaged only in posturing. As a society, you were unwilling to reflect upon the shared pain that united you with those who attacked you. You retreated into myths of yo...
Harry Ellis: [watching the terrorists in deep discussion] What do you think? Holly Gennero McClane: Something's wrong. Harry Ellis: Cops? Holly Gennero McClane: [pauses] John. Harry Ellis: John? Aw, Christ, he can fuck this whole thing up! What does ...
Curmudgeon: That's two thousand miles from here. How do you expect us to get it there? Drag it? Pappagallo: If we have to, yes. There's always a way. But the first step... defend the fuel. Big Rebecca: Words, just words. You'll die for a pipe dream. ...
A picture is worth a thousand words.
Now you can be a kikei, too.
After Chernobyl, thousands and thousands of people, if not millions, were given a death penalty and had to pay the price, our father among them.
Man has a thousand plans, heaven but one.
Talk to a priest and die a thousand deaths.
Measure a thousand times and cut once.
Measure a thousand times, cut once.
My big running discovery was around Stanley Park in Vancouver. Miss it. That's a six-mile loop. Now I smile when I get four miles done. Age is a beast.
The difference between the ordinary and extraordinary is the extra. Go the extra mile and enter your extraordinary success
