There's something about the first time an actor runs the material over his or her face, when they kind of run it through their eyes and you see the thing and there is little imperfections in it and not every line is delivered perfectly, and it doesn't have that mechanical feeling.
Clint Eastwood just runs an incredibly tight ship, but it's really laid back.
When your a kid,everybody runs around witha red cape-we all wanted to be SUPERMAN or BATMAN.
Everyone runs their own race.
When your science runs into a policy roadblock, all of a sudden the science starts to disappear.
If a girl starts out all casual with a guy and she doesn't tell him that she wants a relationship, it will never become a relationship. If you give the guy the impression that casual is okay with you, that's all he'll ever want. Be straight with him from the start. If he gets scared and runs away, he wasn't right for you.
The happy heart runs with the river, floats on the air, lifts to the music, soars with the eagle, hopes with the prayer.
Even if my grandchildren don’t remember the fact that I scored 10,000 runs in Test and ODI cricket, I am confident that they will remember that Sachin Tendulkar used to be my team-mate.
The punters know that the horse named Morality rarely gets past the post, whereas the nag named Self-interest always runs a good race.
The beautiful thing about fear is that when you run to it, it runs away.
He that runs may read.
Someone once told me the one thread that runs through them all is a premium on personal courage - not intellectual courage, but just plain physical courage.
Something will master and something will serve. Either you run the day or the day runs you; either you run the business or the business runs you.
They want somebody to hit home runs, and I can be that guy. Why not me, right?
A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green. The water is warm too, for it has slipped twinkling over the yellow sands in the sunlight before reaching the narrow pool.
Encouragement is the fuel on which hope runs.
The only time an Australian ever walks is when his car runs out of petrol.
When a dog runs at you, whistle for him.
The people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping. . . something runs among them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure with another and draw arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene.
Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.