I don't know how much movies should entertain. To me I'm always interested in movies that scar. The thing I love about JAWS is that I've never gone swimming in the ocean again.
I lost more then 6 kilograms when I ceased with the top sport. That were all muscles. They are now gone.
IT is curious that, with my somewhat antinomian tendencies, I should have gone to Trinity Hall - which was, and is, before all a Law College - and should thus have been thrown into close touch with the legal element in life.
I missed him so much I would sometimes turn to tell him something before I forgot he was gone. In spite of all that, and all the emotion boiling around inside me, all I could think of to say was: “You’re blue.
If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.
I'd sort of gone through some sort of spiritual change in the late 70s where I sort of saw there was some other life to live. It changed the way that I worked just having a different presence and a different tension.
The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.
When we mourn our parents, we mourn the parents we had as well as the ones we never had. With death, all bets are off: the last chance at reconciliation or change or hope is gone. Whatever relationship we had with our parents, that's it. No more chances for something else.
I can look back on my life, where there have been moments where things might have gone the other way. Everything is like stepping stones, and I've seen people I admire falter. We're all vulnerable.
I've gone very far, far away, but my character keeps me close to home.
For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before.
Relationships, it seems to me, are timeless. What works between two people always works; what doesn't is always troublesome. Over time, people learn - or not - how to negotiate what's difficult, but that doesn't mean the misfit has gone away entirely.
When you’re in love, it’s not just about the messing around in the sack, it’s about how empty you feel when they’re gone.
If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.
Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over.
There aren't any old times. When times are gone they're not old, they're dead! There aren't any times but new times!
I want to be with you, too,” he said. “I’ll come to your room after dawn. ” Qhuinn didn’t want to ask. Had to. “What about Saxton?” “He’s gone on vacation. ” Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally. “For how long?” “Just a couple of days. ” Too bad. Any chance of an extension…for like a year or two? Maybe forever? “Okay, it’s a—” Qhuinn stopped himself before he finished that with date. There was no sense kidding himself. Saxton was away. Blay wanted to get laid. And Qhuinn was more than willing to supply the male with what he wanted.
They got me for possession of something that was long, long gone.
When I cease to preach salvation by faith in Jesus put me into a lunatic asylum, for you may be sure that my mind is gone.
You look at Gone With the Wind, how right Vivian Leigh was for that. Don't know if that would happen today.