Jesus. . . associated with the outcasts; he spoke with them, touched them, ate with them, loved them.
Spokes are one of those Saturn-system phenomena that we are keenly interested in understanding.
Things are often spoke and seldom meant.
Where were we?" she said. "Getting credit," I said. "What about it?" "Well, it's nice to get credit. " The spokes of her rear wheel spun behind the curtain of her long skirt. She looked like a photograph from a hundred years ago. She turned her wide eyes on me. "Is it?" she said.
You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like. . . like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword.
What would happen if we spoke the truth?
Wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer," he spoke to my mind "Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker," I shot back.
And I spoke out on women's rights, like equal pay for equal work
You have never tasted freedom, friend, or you would know it is purchased not with gold, but steel.
We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it livable. We work with being, but non-being is what we use.
It's my belief that history is a wheel. 'Inconstancy is my very essence,'? says the wheel. Rise up on my spokes if you like but don't complain when you're cast back down into the depths. Good times pass away, but then so do the bad. Mutability is our tragedy, but it's also our hope. The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away.
He spoke so slowly, cobwebs could have formed between his words.
While not exactly disgruntled, he was far from feeling gruntled. He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.
He spoke with more eloquence than wisdom.
I love theater. Just, it never spoke to me.
Your presence was shore where I rested released from the hoodoo of that dance, where I spoke with my true voice again.
I had an amazing instructor, Joseph Gotto , who, as a painter, spoke to me as it - he didn't condescend.
I would love to be a spokes model for Karl Lagerfeld or Balenciaga or something like that.
Because, as we are told—a sad old joke, too— Ghosts, like the ladies, never speak till spoke to.
