There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.
The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.
Every night I get down on my knees and pray that Dennis Kucinich will burst into flames.
I rarely do anything on the show by myself. I dont want it to be about me. Squatting in the sewer in San Francisco, its really hot, were up to our knees in a river of crap. Rats and cockroaches are all over. I would never, ever walk into that environment, except for the fact that the guy who does it every day is squatting next to me.
Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee. . . I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.
I have so much to do today, I'll need to spend another hour on my knees.
Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, And I don't like it--one bit. Well, what do you know? It's nibblin' my toe. Oh, gee, It's up to my knee. Oh my, It's up to my thigh. Oh, fiddle, It's up to my middle. Oh, heck, It's up to my neck. Oh, dread, It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff. . .
Take a trip to the forest and experience the greatness of getting on your knees and picking your own food and going home. . . and eating it.
I try to spend a little bit of time on my knees every day, but it all begins for me with cherishing the dignity, the worth, the value of every human life.
The side's all right, but my bloody knees are killing me!
If there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most, or else just silly.
Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground.
It is not that it is religious or it is not religious, it is called attitude of gratitude, it is called thanking God for giving you elbows and knees, giving you ribs and the glandular system, giving you head and skull and brain.
You can't just tip your hat to Jesus; you must bow your knee.
[Ronald Reagan] called the image of [George] Washington praying on his knees in Valley Forge "the most sublime image in American history. "
I have two false hips, a wired-up right knee, two crushed discs and scoliosis. If I don't dance, I seize up.
She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.
The ever-growing size of software applications is what makes Moore's Law possible: 'If we hadn't brought your computer to its knees, why would you go out and buy a new one?'
Let's get on our knees and pray. I don't know to whom. Is there a patron saint of ballistics gel?