You start with the sublime and end up in an alley jerking away for dear life.
Love is finding someone better than you are, and holding on for dear life
"Why, I don't exactly know about perjury, my dear sir," replied the little gentleman. "Harsh word, my dear sir, very harsh word indeed. It's a legal fiction, my dear sir, nothing more. "
[When asked what was the inspiration for most of her work:] Need of money, dear.
Nature, my dear sir, is only a hypothesis.
There's no time for conversation dear, moan is all I want to hear.
Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.
All that a guru can tell you is: 'My dear Sir, you are quite mistaken about yourself. You are not the person you take yourself to be. '
These dear souls came not to Sabbath school because it was popular to do so, nor did I teach them because it was reputable to be thus engaged. Every moment they spent in that school, they were liable to be taken up, and given thirty-nine lashes. They came because they wished to learn. Their minds had been starved by their cruel masters. They had been shut up in mental darkness. I taught them, because it was the delight of my soul to be doing something that looked like the bettering the condition of my race
She that asks Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all, And hates their coming.
My knees on the ground, dear father, don't let me break, please make me stronger.
Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.
You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk.
All beautiful forms of this world are in the process of transformation. Nothing is stable. With every moment, our reality is changing. Mother Ganges, like nature, is constant, but no manifestation of hers remains. Likewise, all that we hold dear in this world is imperceptibly vanishing. We cannot cling to anything. But if we can appreciate the beauty of the underlying current of truth, we can enjoy a reality deeper than the fickle waves of joy and sorrow.
Let us not envy a certain class of men for their enormous riches; they have paid such an equivalent for them that it would not suit us; they have given for them their peace of mind, their health, their honour, and their conscience; this is rather too dear, and there is nothing to be made out of such a bargain.
My dear friend Aaron Paul, I love you so much.
Well, Luce, my dear, you may have gone to boarding school parties, but you've never seen a throw-down like reform school kids do it.
All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.
I don't think Hollywood per se is supposed to be taken seriously, otherwise, dear Lord, that would be frightening.
It's very enigmatic because of course, the population [of North Korea] has no contact with the world outside or it's very, very limited. They don't have any telephone connections, no radio, no TV, no movies, no newspapers - nothing from the outside world. This is very strange and there's the very strict, unifying government that forces you to be in step. You see it in the stadium where the spectators create, by flipping cards, an image of the dear leader, or of the volcano, and it's made of a 100,000 human pictures.