I marked their location in case Kell wanted to blow them up or something. ” “I don’t have to blow up everything I see. I just like to.
I'm actually a really nice guy, once you get to blow me.
It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.
Note to self. . . Sex with blow-up doll is not as good as advertised.
I like to go to England, and I'll tell you why. I like to go to a country where I am considered the best-looking person. It's as simple as that. Hollywood, kind of a crushing ego blow - 'Hey Buddy Holly, you are so old, have you not perished in a plane crash?' But not in England, good God, not there. In England, God bless that dinky island, there it's, 'Good God, look at him. He has all his teeth and his ears are in proportion to his head. ' I'm Brad bloody Pitt on that island.
How has all the knowledge in the world been gained but by the concentration of the powers of the mind? The world is ready to give up its secrets if we only know how to knock, how to give it the necessary blow. The strength and force of the blow come through concentration. There is no limit to the power of the human mind. The more concentrated it is, the more power is brought to bear on one point; that is the secret.
You suffer the blow, but you capitalize on the opportunity left in its wake.
There are two kinds of people who blow through life like a breeze, And one kind is gossipers, and the other kind is gossipees.
All these portrayals we see of knights fighting must be absolute rubbish because knights in armour could literally have only had two or three blows and then they'd have had to sit down to have a cup of tea.
Everyone in Annawadi talks like this: 'Oh, I will make my child a doctor, a lawyer, and he will make us rich'. It's vanity, nothing more. Your little boat goes west and you congratulate yourself, 'what a navigator I am!' And then the wind blows you east.
Life is terrorism, so spare me your indignation. Life is one big infiltration of our secure defenses. Some people put bombs on buses and blow them up: those are terrorists. Some people speak to you and their words blow you up: what would you call those people? Life is a condemned cell. . . . That's the only way to protect yourself. . . to understand that you're always under sentence of death and to try to get a temporary remission.
Sometimes I write a song and I'm down with it but I'm like yeah, whatever, and then everybody loves it and then it blows up. I'm like: "Okay! I didn't see that coming. "
Palestine is the cement that holds the Arab world together, or it is the explosive that blows it apart.
His breath is so bad why every time he smokes he blows onion rings.
We hear warmongering every day, every day we hear threats and attempts to scare us. [. . . ] We don't want war and never wanted, but at that time [i. e. during Nagorno-Karabakh war] we had to defend our Motherland. If the time comes again, this time our blow will be final and deadly.
When you blow away the foam, you get down to the real stuff.
I cry when I work in the garden, because the Sun, the rain, the wind and the Earth all work together to make us food and flowers. It just blows me away.
When people have real faith in something, it's fascinating to me. And the fact that so many people, in surveys, so many people say they do. It kind of blows my mind.
With a chance to make it good somehow, hey, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair.
I think I am a child. Everything blows my mind.