Upon the shadowy shore of death the sea of trouble casts no wave. Eyes that have been curtained by the everlasting dark, will never know again the burning touch of tears. Lips touched by eternal silence will never speak again the broken words of grie...
[Nemo is stuck in the filter intake. The others are about to help him out when... ] Gill: Nobody touch him! Nobody touch him. Nemo: Can you help me? Gill: No. You got yourself in there, you can get yourself out. Deb: Ah, Gil... Gill: I just want to s...
Mr. Pink: He seems okay now, but he was crazy in the store. Mr. White: This is what he was doing. [mimics randomly shooting innocent bystanders] Mr. White: Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Mr. Blonde: Yeah, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. I told 'em not to touch the ala...
Hicks: [after the dropship crash] Okay. Is this everything? Hudson: Yeah. [putting weapons on the table] Hicks: Okay, this is absolutely everything we've salvaged from the APC wreckage. We have 4 M-41A Pulse Rifles, 50 rounds each. That's not good. W...
Cruel Harvest by Fran Elizabeth Grubb is a memoir that will touch your heart.
What is it about tears that should be so terrifying? the touch of God is marked by tears...deep, soul-shaking tears, weeping...it comes when that last barrier is down and you surrender yourself to health and wholeness
Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others
Cancer can touch you, but not your soul; neither your thoughts, nor your heart.
His touch is more intoxicating than any kind and combination of alcohol...
My, oh my, how 'Sometimes When We Touch' has travelled since I solemnly wrote my first version at the age of 19.
Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.
I've lost touch with a lot of that boutique-type music just because of my age, and raising my son and the multiple jobs I have at this point.
When I left the show, the fans were so amazing in terms of the outpouring of support and continued support all that time whatever ways they could be in touch with me.
You talk about Steve Jobs when he came out with the iPhone, and everyone thought it was amazing: you touch it and move the screen.
Comics, at least in periodical form, exist almost entirely free of any pretense; the critical world of art hardly touches them, and they're 100% personal.
I've tried to deny it even to myself... My heart and soul are filled with you.
For the Lord touched all parts of creation, and freed and undeceived them all from every deceit.
I hope he doesn't know he just touched my leg. And nothing happened.
I needed to see you. And touch you. And just... know
Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.
Anyone parroting that little platitude had obviously never lost anyone of consequence.
