She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.
There are some people who believe that home is where one hangs one's hat, but these people tend to live in closets and on little pegs.
Naturally the smart thing to do to solve your economic woes is to demonize the Democrats. And of course, Sarah Palin is more than happy to oblige. She's been saying that Obama hangs out with terrorists. And you know, I think the evangelical lady who's in a video getting blessed by a witch doctor, who's married to a secessionist, and can't name a newspaper -- she's right, Obama is scary.
Ex hoc momento pendet aeternites. (Eternity hangs from this moment. )
God hangs the greatest weights upon the smallest wires.
What about a man who sits down to wonder Why life has cheated him? Thinks about his situation Hangs his head and cries Will we pretend, his problems don't exist? He's reaching out for help-will we selfishly resist? What about your brother? He's crying What about your brother? He's dying What about your brother?
All wars come to an end, at least temporarily. But the authority acquired by the state hangs on; political power never abdicates.
I have little hesitation in saying that as a result a sickly pall now hangs over the big bang theory. As I have mentioned earlier, when a pattern of facts becomes set against a theory, experience shows that it rarely recovers.
The weight that hangs upon our eyelids - is of lead.
Here's a shock: An adult who still hangs out in skate parks is a bad parent.
The bourgeois today burns as heretics and hangs as criminals those to whom he erects monuments tomorrow.
He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.
Everything hangs on one's thinking.
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind.
Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o'daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea.
Our great Constitution has been beaten and torn until now it hangs by a single thread, and that thread is our franchise to vote.
War makes thieves and peace hangs them.
Suddenly the nickel-clad horse takes the bit in its mouth and goes slanting for the curbstone defying all prayers and all your powers to change its mind - your heart stands still, your breath hangs fire, your legs forget to work.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.