Homer Quotes
The skin of the coward changes color all the time, he can't get a grip on himself, he can't sit still, he squats and rocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his heart racing, pounding inside the fellow's ribs, his teeth chattering. He dreads some grisly death. But the skin of a brave soldier never blanches. He's all control. Tense but no great fear.
Homer
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For every athlete, it is very important to be able to engage in their favorite thing, give all the best in training, performing in competitions, defending the honor of the motherland.
Fedor Emelianenko
If you really want something, it's nerve-racking, but at the same time, I try not to stress myself out about it too much because there are also so many arbitrary things that go into being cast for something - you know, like the color of your eyes, all these things that are kind of out of my control.
Laura Harrier
As soon as street art got popular, I was just like, 'I'm out of here.'
Barry McGee
If a queen bee were crossed with a Friesian bull, would not the land flow with milk and honey?
Oliver St. John
Winning the peace is harder than winning the war.
Xavier Becerra
I'm no good with chords. I'm horrible with chords.
B. B. King
Weightlessness was unbelievable. It's physical euphoria: Nothing about you has any weight. You don't realize that you are weighed down all the time by yourself, and your organs, and your head. Your arms weigh down your shoulders. In space simulation, you get to fly like Superman! You're hanging in the air! It's the coolest thing.
Mary Roach
You can have the best people in the business, but if they're not collaborating - and they're butting heads - then it's all going to go south.
Dana Brunetti
I used to paint a lot of oil and now I paint more mixed-media stuff.
Abbie Cornish
Some women feel the best cure for a broken heart is a new beau.
Gene Tierney
Forgiveness liberates the soul, it removes fear.
Morgan Freeman
The skin of the coward changes color all the time, he can't get a grip on himself, he can't sit still, he squats and rocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his heart racing, pounding inside the fellow's ribs, his teeth chattering. He dreads some grisly death. But the skin of a brave soldier never blanches. He's all control. Tense but no great fear.
Homer