In France, we don't yet have the craft that American TV does or big studios like Paramount. It was so cool going through those famous gates when you have your own little pass and picture on it. Woo hoo, I'm going to work!
You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won't back down.
The truth is that we are saved by grace only after all we ourselves can do. (See 2 Ne. 25:23. ) There will be no government dole which can get us through the pearly gates. Nor will anybody go into the celestial kingdom who wants to go there on the works of someone else. Every man must go through on his own merits. We might just as well learn this here and now.
The gate of heaven is everywhere.
Mathematics is the gate and key to science.
I done been to the pearly gates, they sent me back said the good die young I ain't eligible for that
A shortage of airports runways and gates along outmoded air traffic control systems have made U. S. air travel the most congested in the world.
The reason for you complaint lies, it seems to me, in the constraint which your intellect imposes upon your imagination. Here I will make an observation, and illustrate it by an allegory. Apparently, it is not good-and indeed it hinders the creative work of the mind-if the if the intellect examines too closely the ideas pouring in, as it were, at the gates.
The gates of Hell are terrible to behold, are they not?
Plant spacious parks in your cities, and loose their gates as wide as the morning, to the whole people.
The only credential the city asked was the boldness to dream. For those who did, it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from.
We did not choose to be the guardians of the gate, but there is no one else.
John McCain likes to say that he'll follow bin Laden to the Gates of Hell - but he won't even go to the cave where he lives.
I'm terrified about the day that I enter the gates of heaven and God says to me, just a minute.
Honesty stands at the gate and knocks, and bribery enters in.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: Thus, while we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
The gates of heaven surely are closed to those who decline to oppose totalitarianism with all their might.
If you live in a ghetto and really want not to just change your life and your family's life but change your ghetto's life, make your ghetto a good neighbourhood, learn science; try to be like Mark Zuckerberg, Bill Gates and Steve Jobs.
The danger isn't that Big Brother may storm the castle gates. The danger is that Americans don't realize that he is already inside the castle walls.
O Liberty. . . ! is it well To leave the gates unguarded?
