Every day, families in the United States face the stark choice between a roof over their heads and food on the table. Buying health insurance, owning a home, and saving up for college are just too far out of their reach.
The cold hand of history, which is for ever robbing us of some of our oldest and best cherished stories, points rigidly to the fact that no such person as King Arthur ever presided over a Round Table. Be this as it may, romance still hugs her heroes to her heart as possessions to be not willingly let die.
Many people are coming to this country for economic reasons. They're coming here to work. If you can make 50 cents in the heart of Mexico, for example, or make $5 here in America, $5. 15, you're going to come here if you're worth your salt, if you want to put food on the table for your families. And that's what's happening.
The cards are bigger than you. You're not bigger than the cards. The cards are the best player at the table. So, let them come to you and don't force the issue. Pick your spots.
People wanted to see Rey Mysterio and PsIcosis in a match, and we had such a great chemistry. I don't think there was anyone at that time who could match what we were bringing to the table.
At the dressing table, every woman has a chance to be an artist, and art, as Aristotle said, 'completes what nature left unfinished. '
What we bring to the table is not only our 56 field offices in the United States and our number of resident agencies, but also we have 45 legal attaches overseas.
Don't just get involved. Fight for your seat at the table. Better yet, fight for a seat at the head of the table.
In business we cut each others' throats, but now and then we sit around the same table and behave-for the sake of the ladies.
When I start my class I ask the students to write their signatures on pieces of paper and put them on a table. I have them look at them, and I point out, "They're all different, aren't they? That's you, that's you, that's you, that's you. "
You might be a redneck if. . . Your only condiment on the dining room table is the economy size bottle of ketchup.
The hardest exercise for most of us fat people is that one where we push our chairback from the dinner table.
The English will agree with me that there are plenty of good things for the table in America; but the old proverb says: 'God sends meat and the devil sends cooks. '
I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
Unlike every other product that is now manufactured for the table, wine exists in as many varieties as there are people who produce it. Variations in technique, climate, grape, soil and culture ensure that wine is, to the ordinary drinker, the most unpredictable of drinks, and to the connoisseur the most intricately informative, responding to its origins like a game of chess to its opening move.
If you look around the table and you can't tell who the sucker is, it's you.
I'm looking for laughs, you know? If it take me to flip over a table, if I have to go physical comedy, I will do it. But whatever the joke needs at that particular time, is where I'm dedicated to. I'm not into beating somebody down and beating myself up. I don't do insults and things like that. I don't do it - I'm a storyteller.
I used to drum on the table at school. I think a handful of my school reports say that they thought I might have some kind of ADD.
There are advantages to being a star though - you can always get a table in a full restaurant.
What could be more convincing, moreover, than the gesture of laying one's cards face up on the table?