a laotong relationship is made by choice. . . when we first looked in each other's eyes in the palanquin I felt something special pass between us--like a spark to start a fire or a seed to grow rice. But a single spark is not enough to warm a room nor is a single seed enough to grow a fruitful crop. Deep love--true-heart love--must grow.
There is no room for God in the man who is filled with himself.
Then she opened her eyes, Veronika did not think 'this must be heaven'. Heaven would never use a fluorescent tube to light a room, and the pain - which started a fraction of a second later - was typical of the Earth. Ah, that Earth pain - unique, unmistakable.
In designing a house and gardens, it is happy when there is an opportunity of maintaining a subordination of parts; the house so luckily place as to exhibit a view of the whole design. I have sometimes thought that there was room for it to resemble a epic or dramatic poem.
I can't stand light. I hate weather. My idea of heaven is moving from one smoke-filled room to another.
We’ve got to give people room to have a bad day.
It was the same with friendship. Disagreement between friends and spouses, too had to be carefully handled. If the time you spent with friends was consumed by disagreement, then there was no room for the essence of friendship, which was a sharing of the world. And that sharing involved seeing things the same way, or at least seeing things through the eyes of the friend.
Ever since I was a girl, I have written about one to five pages every day - on napkins, on scrap paper, in notebooks and tablets, on the walls in my room as a teenager, and in orange paint on the cheap white plastic blinds in my room.
Soldier, there is a war between the mind And sky, between thought and day and night. It is For that the poet is always in the sun, Patches the moon together in his room To his Virgilian cadences, up down, Up down. It is a war that never ends.
Film is a very tight little box. If you don't fit in that box, you're gone. Television, there's more room to move around.
I tried to freshen up a room, so I held a Certs in front of a fan.
I think I have a lot of room for improvement. My serve is okay, but I need to work on a lot of things: return, transition game, backhand.
The smartest person in the room is never as smart as all the people in the room.
We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.
A scientist is never certain. . . . We absolutely must leave room for doubt or there is no progress and there is no learning.
What can you do when you don't fit in? What can you do when life seems to be passing you by?" "Follow me. I want to show you something. See the horizon over there? See how big this world is? See how much room there is for everybody? Have you ever seen any other worlds?" "No. " "As far as you know, this is the only world there is, right?" "Right. " "There are no other worlds for you to live in, right?" "Right. " "You were born to live in this world, right?" "Right. " "WELL LIVE IN IT THEN! Five cents please.
Once a year I will clean my room, just because I feel I should.
I love motion-capture, because you're just free. It's like when you're a little kid, and you say, "Okay, we're the army men. We're going over the mountain. " Or, in this case, "We're walking through the swamp" or "Walking through the casino. " And it's just a blank room.
There is not room to swing a cat.
The group-effort sound in recording of Sea Lion is like, you really hear all the people in the room and hear them interlocking. Theres a real freight-train energy of all these people at the same time playing.