Ed Harris Quotes
Baby girl, you destroy me, " he whispered against her lips. "You have to tell me if you don't want this because I'm holding on by a thread." "Then let go, " she whispered in reply.
That girl's heart is bigger than Texas." Her eyes narrowed. "And it's as tender as a baby's butt. You take care with it, you hear?
Music may be his passion -- but this, right here, was his dream.
I love you, music man. You are my happily ever after.
Tyler, I'd marry you again in a heartbeat. You are my fairy tale.
Her wide, gorgeous smile was the culprit. It was pure magic. Neighbors lined the parking lot, eager to empty their pockets, all so she'd shine that beam on them.
Her pulse pounded in her ears. She didn't need to turn around to know he was standing behind her. Most likely with a smirk at catching her impromptu belly dance.
My happy place, huh? Well, yeah, I guess that's what music is for me.
You know, the heroes in my romance novels always say that. Scout's honor. But they all later admit to never being a Boy Scout.
Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green. A SILVER LINING, she thought.
With chemistry like theirs, this was the perfect setup for a fling...and Sherry wanted to go out on a high note."BRING ON THE ROADIE!
The only differences between a cult and a religion are the numbers of adherents and the degree to which they are marginalized by the rest of society.
Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.
I plan to be a sinner tonight. Could've been something else, but looked way too good in my red dress to be anything Christian.
Language was just that thing that happened when you opened your mouth at the table, squeezed a few noises out of your vocal chords, and induced Socrates thereby to pass the salt.
Death is beautiful, part of life... No, it is sad. It’s sad when anyone dies. Even though every single human dies. So it’s really not that sad.
But the culture-vultures and the intellectual snobs, and the self-appointed guardians of the Muses, often frighten off the average person from the free development of this appetite.
The more importance we place on avoiding unpleasant feelings in life, the more our life tends to go downhill.
Ideas matter—and philosophy is the art of thinking about them rigorously. In my view, that should be done in as public a forum as possible.
But in terms of "psychological" time, most of us are still living in centuries past, stirred by ancient grudges, controlled by obsolete prejudices, driven by buried fears.
We will embarrass our descendants, just as our ancestors embarrass us. This is moral progress.
Eldora smiled up at Paulo cunningly, her dark eyes twinkling. “You are old, Father.”“Not as old as I shall be, before I have finished with the universe.
Those in true spiritual authority have neither the desire nor the need to control anyone, either directly or subversively.
Sometimes we must leave our true homes for something greater to come.
Certainty about the next life is simply incompatible with tolerance in this one.
By failing to live by the letter of the texts, while tolerating the irrationality of those who do, religious moderates betray faith and reason equally.
There is no society in human history that ever suffered because its people became too reasonable.
SHEShe makes me smileDeep deep insideBefore you can see it on my faceBefore I met herShe can make me smile in my past
It takes more than just awareness for us to change. It takes courage and humility and the willingness to occasionally feel like fools and laugh at ourselves.
It is a sad thing to become so blinded and deafened by pride that you are no longer concerned about whether or not God is pleased with your actions.
We need to pay attention with a particular attitude: one of openness, curiosity, and receptiveness.
But stories are worlds. New worlds for us to visit. In stories, we live forever.
With an architect as your guide, you canresponsibly stop worrying about what spacessomeone else might want in a house and focus only on those things your house should include.
It's never too late to come home, " he said, and pulled me gently, insistently toward him."All you have to do...is stop moving away.
In theory, the idea of eternity in heaven singing God’s praises sounds really good, but when I realize I have to go through the death part to get there, I’m not quite so enamored with the idea.
This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.''Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.
A year ago, ' I said, 'you wouldn’t have asked this of me.''A year ago, ' he answered, 'you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.' I crossed to the desk and tossed it down.
But there was something in the air, a watchfulness laced with a charge of malice. The eyes observing us were invisible, but were observing us, nonetheless.
Brave words. Easy to write when one was young and death was still skulking over a distant hill somewhere... - Pg. 82
Perhaps the old man had chosen to look up through—or at least around—his problems while still smiling, knowing that a detour didn’t have to alter the destination, it merely changed the path.
...didn't need to waste so much time envisioning some vague horribleness awaiting me in my future.
All we can do is everything we can do. (David Axelrod)
If you don't waste your energy on variables you cannot influence, you can focus much more effectively on those you can. (Mark Epstein)
If everything in this world was in constant decay, why expend so much energy gnashing my teeth over work?