I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
One time a French reporter asked me how I could do a cross so easily. I said, "You just lower your body down until your arms are straight out to the sides, then you stop. "
Knock, Knock. " "Who's there?" "Olive. " "Olive who?" "Olive. . . ooh. I love you, too," he said, figuring it out. "You can tell me that one anytime you like. " He folded her into his arms.
So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices. " I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.
And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. 'What's up?' he asked. 'Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just. . . ' She looked up at him. 'I thought I'd finally got rid of you. ' 'I don't think you can. ' he said
Arms, like laws, discourage and keep the invader and plunderer in awe and preserve order.
But life isn't hard to manage when you've nothing to lose.
First, the Constitution ought to secure a genuine and guard against a select militia, by providing that the militia shall always be kept well organized, armed, and disciplined, and include, according to the past and general usage of the states, all men capable of bearing arms; and that all regulations tending to render this general militia useless and defenseless, by establishing select corps of militia, or distinct bodies of military men, not having permanent interests and attachments in the community to be avoided.
Once we played at the Fillmore opposite The Cream. Eric Clapton was there and he played his ass off that night. . . backstage Michael Bloomfield introduced me to Eric, and Eric was so nice. He came up to me, put his arms around me and said "Barry, it's such a pleasure to meet you". . . I couldn't figure it out. . . then Michael told me that he had told Eric I had cancer and two months to live. . .
For America to get more entangled militarily in Syria is a serious step, and we have to do so making absolutely certain that we know who we are helping; that we're not putting arms in the hands of folks who eventually could turn them against us or allies in the region.
. . . but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)
Life is a gamble. You can get hurt, but people die in plane crashes, lose their arms and legs in car accidents; people die every day. Same with fighters: some die, some get hurt, some go on. You just don't let yourself believe it will happen to you.
It seems to me that the Iraqis laid down a lot of the arms that we gave to them. So that doesn't seem to be the solution.
I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.
With the right to bear arms comes a great responsibility to use caution and common sense on handgun purchases.
Losing an arm is kinda lame at one point, but at the same time, so much good has come out of it.
the lost women I need to know their names those women I would have walked with, jauntily the way men go in groups swinging their arms, and the ones those sweating women whom I would have joined After a hard game to chew the fat what would we have called each other laughing joking into our beer? where are my gangs, my teams, my mislaid sisters? all the women who could have known me, where in the world are their names?
I realize that I only have words and that, from time to time, as I hold them in my arms I am less lonely.
I can honestly say I've never sold any arms to a repressive foreign regime while reassuring everyone at home that the weapons will be used for nice things.
In a state of tranquility, wealth, and luxury, our descendants would forget the arts of war and the noble activity and zeal which made their ancestors invincible. Every art of corruption would be employed to loosen the bond of union which renders our resistance formidable. When the spirit of liberty which now animates our hearts and gives success to our arms is extinct, our numbers will accelerate our ruin and render us easier victims to tyranny.