Answers Quotes
Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want." "What's that, Ritchie?" His answer is simple. "To want.
She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.
I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to lose it, Cam. I'm tryin' to find it.
When questioned whether the Blessed will not be saddened by seeing their nearest and dearest tortured answers, "Not in the least."
Oaths and curses are a proof of a most heroic courage, at least in appearance, which answers the same end.
The man who has many answers is often found in the theaters of information where he offers, graciously, his deep findings. While the man who has only questions, to comfort himself, makes music.
There's still not as many women in music as men, and I don't really know why. I don't have the answers. I do wish there were more women that played music.
Prayer pushes us through life's slumps, propels us over the humps and pulls us out of the dumps. Prayer is the oomph we need to get the answers we seek.
Does God know if I am ignored or rejected? Find the answer in the compassionate eyes of Christ as he stands to defend the adulterous woman.
I don't get asked a lot of questions about science and the Bible, for example. Probably people just know I'm not very smart and I don't have an answer to those anyway.
For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were being asked an inescapable question by an angel with whom I must wrestle to get at the answer.
I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.
No. The answer was no, I was not all right. I nearly got knocked out. Knocked out by desire! Desire for forbidden dissimilar molecules
My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.
If you're offended, what the Supreme Court has said the answer to speech you do not like is not less speech, it's more speech. There are many people in America who don't get that.
If you see a lonely homeless, ask this question: Where the hell the society is? And here is the answer: It is rotten and enjoying somewhere!
If you want to know how fast the time is, here is the answer: Tomorrow is already a history!
I am often asked which of my films has come closest to my own ideal of performance, and I always answer, 'Educating Rita.'
You can answer your own question. You already know the answer, if you can just gain access to it.
I have my own record company. I have to answer to God, basically. I'm not young, so I want to make the best possible work I can before I exit.
People have been educated to expect answers, even before the questions come along. It's the TV principle. You offer three possible answers before the questions come to relax and calm the audience.
If you get the access to see history happen, do you understand the history when it does happen? And the answer to that question is no, you dont.
Most men are rich in borrowed sufficiency: a man may very well say a good thing, give a good answer, cite a good sentence, without at all seeing the force of either the one or the other.
little life lesson 23: before making a snide comment about someone else's outfit, check to see if you're wearing knee boots with fringe. if you answer yes, drop it. just do.
I grew up Catholic. I'm not religious now but I would say that I'm a very spiritual person and you're always in search of answers.
'Let's Move!' is not about having government tell people what to do, because government doesn't have all the answers.
How many people do you know who have thrown up on the Scrambler or a carnival ride? A lot of people, is the answer.
loneliness has its roots in words,in internal conversation that nodbody answers,solitude has it's roots in the great silence of eternity.
A man is hit by a car while crossing a Beverly Hills street. A woman rushes to him and cradles his head in her lap, asking, Are you comfortable? The man answers, I make a nice living.
Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.
