A story communicates fear, hope, and anxiety, and because we can feel it, we get the moral not just as a concept, but as a teaching of our hearts. That’s the power of story.
Who you gonna believe-me or your lying eyes?
But for the use of physical punishment by, and fear of their oppressors, animals would never be a part of a circus.
When that fire hit your ass, it will sober your ass up quick! I saw something, I went, Well, that's a pretty blue. You know what? That looks like. . . FIRE! Fire is inspirational. They should use it in the Olympics, because I ran the 100 in 4. 3.
What I never understand about a hangover is, where does the breath come from? You know what I mean? I mean, is someone shitting in your mouth?
I'm slower and some days are better than others, but I'm a fighter.
The way I see it, the earth is going to be here after we're dead and gone. Even if it's a polluted planet, and they messed it up. Where do they go from here - to another planet so they can mess that up too?
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
I hope that by people seeing the result of freedom that they'll want some, too.
I've been really lucky to have a lot of cool people and to be around a lot of cool celebrities that I've got to learn from.
Her first reaction was one of hope, because his eyes were open and shining with a radiant light she had never seen there before. She prayed to God to give him at least a moment so that he would not go without knowing how much she had love him despite all their doubts, and she felt an irresistible longing to begin life with him over again so that they could say what they had left unsaid and do everything right that they had done badly in the past. But she had to give in to the intransigence of death. (Love in the Time of Cholera)