Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and both cracked.
V jerked back to the present. And for some reason didn't lie. "I'm thinking about my tattoos. " "When did you get them?" "Almost three centuries ago. " She whistled. "God, you live that long?" "Longer. Assuming I don't get cracked dead in a fight and you fool humans don't blow up the planet, I'll be breathing for another seven hundred years.
Early on I saw the repression and idolatry of Stalinism, and when it cracked, I was open to religion again.
Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light
I've always been melancholic. At a party, everyone would be looking at the glittering chandeliers and I'd be looking at the waitress's cracked shoes.
Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.
Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.
Love is everything it's cracked up to be
It has been a long march to equality. We have cracked the door, and opened the window.
We cracked up together, which was necessary, because she loved me again.
But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled, To the cracked tune that Chronos sings, Words alone are certain good.
Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. 'What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish he was my brother and you weren't, but I can't do anything about that and neither can you!
Goodbyes weren't all they were cracked up to be
I'm not so sure that the value of art is all it is cracked up to be.
I feel like every project that I've been doing, I've learned something about myself. It's like I've cracked something, or my vision of myself has gotten wider. I'm just learning and growing, and overcoming the fear.
I have never really thought of him as a person, either. . . . A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root of his leaves of grass connected to the field, a guy who was cracked. Like me.
A bright light filled the plane. The first shock-wave hit us. We were eleven and a half miles slant range from the atomic explosion but the whole airplane cracked and crinkled from the blast. . . We turned back to look at Hiroshima. The city was hidden by that awful cloud. . . mushrooming, terrible and incredibly tall.
One even tries to figure out why Donald Trump is so admiring of a leader who has cracked down on journalists and is suspected of using even violence, cracked down on civil society, ruling with an iron fist within Russia. To look with admiration on that sort of domestic leadership, I think is just really inconsistent with American values.
Despotism isn't nearly as bad as it's cracked up to be.
The wish fulfillment of growing younger is not necessarily all it's cracked up to be. You have new problems that arise which you are not anticipating and you deal with the same problems you would deal with if you were ageing normally: what is the end of life about? What have I accomplished?
