I still have trouble identifying grammatical structures by name, though I know them as matters of usage.
What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise can you imagine the awful screeching?
I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends.
THE HEART'S DEAD ARE NEVER BURIED.
When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.
Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave.
My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.
Praise follows truth afar off, and only overtakes her at the grave; plausibility clings to her skirts and holds her back till then
I think if I have any kind of unique gift, it's more in the comedy area than it is in the dramatic area.
I'm really blessed with the people in my life who keep me on track and keep pushing me forward.
If we do not begin to practice the muscles of having a possessive investment in each other's oppressions, then we are in some serious trouble.