There is something in the misfortune of our best friends which does not displease us.
If the ox knew his own strength, God help us.
It is little use to dig a well after the house has caught fire.
A pig that is used to wallowing in the mud looks for a clean person to rub against.
If you have run out of gunpowder, use your gun as a club.
Seek advice but use your own common sense.
There is little use building a fence around the garden to keep out the rabbits.
Let us call the world to come together – every child, every woman and every man. Let us draw a bigger picture, one that enters every home, every heart and brings together every voice. Let us listen to the helpless cries of the abused and neglected ...
Metaphor isn't just decorative language. If it were, it wouldn't scare us so much. . . . Colorful language threatens some people, who associate it, I think, with a kind of eroticism (playing with language in public = playing with yourself), and with ...
Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can." Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?" Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?" "Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries." Even ...
[R]eligion was the race's first (and worst) attempt to make sense of reality. It was the best the species could do at a time when we had no concept of physics, chemistry, biology or medicine. We did not know that we lived on a round planet, let alone...
Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and h...
For it is not we who call God by these names. We do not invent them. On the contrary, if it depended on us, we would be silent about him, try to forget him, and disown all his names. We take no delight in the knowledge of his ways. We tend continuall...
Eddie: The Traffic Warden identified the neighbours' bodies. Which sort of puts us in the clear. The only thing connecting us with the case is those shotguns. Bacon: And Tom took care of them. Soap: You did take care of the shotguns? Tom: I wanted to...
When we turn,is there something shoved inside of us or is it more that something inside of us has been released?
What was it about us, as humans, that drove us to make apologies for beautiful things?
How many things served us yesterday for articles of faith, which today are fables for us?
Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.
We don't always do the things our parents want us to do, but it is their mistake if they can't find a way to love us anyway.
Time can only rob us of the things we can touch; it can't rob us of the things we feel.
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
