A vine from one tree shot out, tripping Blaise. He and Merewyn rolled to the ground. Varian stood between them and the trees, which shot blast after blast at him. He deflected them, but even so the heat from the fire was scorching. 'Go, Blaise, ' he said. 'Get Merewyn out of here.' Blaise nodded before he crawled to Merewyn under the barrage. 'Hold!' The blast stopped as the three of them froze into place. Again the woman appeared in the fire to stare at them maliciously. 'What is it you do?' 'I'm crawling, ' Blaise answered.
The appearance of strength is all about you. It would seem to last forever. However... the rotten tree-trunk, until the very moment when the storm-blast breaks it in two, has all the appearance of might it ever had. The storm-blast whistles through the branches of the Empire even now. Listen... and you will hear the creaking.
Don't pass along the beliefs and actions you disapprove of to your children. Loving-kindness is potent even when displayed during the so-called mundane tasks of daily existence. It's so potent that if everyone could get into that mindset for a minute or even less, they would blast into a great ball of light. Even the newest (smallest) energies would blast through, '-Kuan Yin (from "Oracle of Compassion: the Living Word of Kuan Yin")
I ate the end of my piece of cheese and took a swallow of wine. Through the other noise I heard a cough, then came the chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh-then there was a flash, as when a blast-furnace door is swung open, and a roar that started white and went read and on and on in a rushing wind. I tired to breathe but my breath would not come and I felt myself rush bodily out of myself and out and out and out and all the time bodily in the wind. I went out swiftly, all of myself, and I knew I was dead and that it had all been a mistake to think you just died. Then I floated, and instead of going on I felt myself slide back. I breathed and I was back.
A bright light filled the plane. The first shock-wave hit us. We were eleven and a half miles slant range from the atomic explosion but the whole airplane cracked and crinkled from the blast... We turned back to look at Hiroshima. The city was hidden by that awful cloud... mushrooming, terrible and incredibly tall.
I love playing with this band - it feels new again. I love playing with Cinderella, but there's not new going on with them right now. We go on tour every other summer, make some money, have a blast, and it's great to get back with the guys again. But with Naked Beggars, for Eric and I, it's a chance to do new music, stuff we can write and record, and then take it to the road ourselves, and have fun.
Back in the 1930s, when men with handlebar moustaches played football in long johns and tails, and the ball was a spherical clod of bitumen, did fans weep in the stands when their team lost? No. They limited their responses to a muttered 'blast' or a muted 'hurrah' before going home to smoke a pipe and lean on the mantelpiece.
There was a discordant hum of human voices! There was a loud blast as of many trumpets! There was a harsh grating as of a thousand thunders! The fiery walls rushed back! An outstretched arm caught my own as I fell, fainting, into the abyss. It was that of General Lasalle. The French army had entered Toledo. The Inquisition was in the hands of its enemies.
Edgar Allan Poe
Brian is an archetypal character, a bit like Don Juan, which is how I play him. He's a blast to play. He believes unapologetically in his freedom. He holds nothing back. Something I'm learning is, you can't hate the character you play. If I think my character is an asshole, that's all that will come across. He is drawn in an extreme way, but that doesn't mean he's not a person.
And of course Charlotte hasn't eaten a bit of dinner," Henry said, getting up. "I'll go see if Bridget can't make her up a plate of cold chicken. As for the rest of you-" He paused for a moment, as if he were about to give them an order-send them to bed, perhaps, or back to the library to do more research. The moment passed, and a look of puzzlement crossed his face. "Blast it, I can't remember what I was going to say," he announced, and vanished into the kitchen.
Swish, ' the net sounded like the blast of a cannon, signaling the game was tied at 64. Dave then saw the second shot in his mind before even going into his pre-shot routine. The ball tickled the front rim, brushed against the backboard, and then dropped through the net. The home crowd erupted as Dave backpedaled toward the opposing rim. Central High attempted a last-second shot that fell short into Breslin's hands. The fans rushed onto the floor as the number two train came roaring into the station, bringing Dave back from his glorious past back into the oppressive heat of the present.
Mandy was thinking back to when she was five years old, when she, her parents and Jud went outside before Christmas and had a snowball fight with the gray snow of Sydney Mines. 'This is a wicked blast, ' Jud would say, and Mandy would snap photos with a 35mm disposable film camera, photos she wished very much she could step into sometimes.
THA MUTHAPHUKKIN REAL WELL IT BE THE REAL NIGGAZ BACK WITH THAT HARD STREET SHIT BITCH NIGGAZ BE PISSIN A FIT BUT I SAY FUCK 'EM, WHEN I BUCK 'EM ITS THAT NIGGA WITH THE COOL AND MELLOW SHIT FOR YOUR ASS TAKIN' NIGGAZ BACK THROUGH THE PAST ALL UP ON MY NUTZ SHIT BE SWINGIN' LIKE A FIST CAN'T EVEN TAKE A PISS IF I DID NIGGAZ WOULD CUT THEY WRIST IN A MUTHAPHUKKIN CANDY 4 BEAT THAT ASS WITH THE SWITCH THEN BLAST ON THE BITCH WHO WAS ALL IN MY SHIT ITS THAT NIGGA REN BACK FOR THE 9-5 THEY SAY REAL NIGGAZ WAS DEAD BUT THIS NIGGA BE ALIVE SO I'M PUTTIN' IT DOWN WIT THAT NIGGA E UH-HUH FOR ALL OF MY NIGGAZ IN THE C-P-T SO HERE WE GO AGAIN WITH PART 3 OF THE SCRIPT MAKIN BITCH MADE NIGGAZ BITE THEY LIP, WHEN WE DIP SO TELL ME HOW THE PHUCK DO IT FEEL TAH GET HIT WIT THA MUTHAPHUKKIN REAL
Eazy E F/ M.C. Ren
The next second a great blast of hot light erupted over Toad and Jed, but they didn't stop. Toad was trying to punch every bit of Jed that he could reach. There was a great howling of fright and a heavy-booted foot nearly missed Toad's fingers. Jed knocked Toad off him and rose to his feet. He swung his foot back, readying to kick. With a roar, Hazel flew at Jed. Her sharp claws latched onto his back, piercing through the leather vest. Jed roared in pain. His hands scrabbled for Hazel, but she flew in the air, beating her wings against his face. With a bellow, he turned on his heel and raced out of the pub.
NOW PULL IT OUT YOUR POCKET PULL IT OUT YOUR POCKET BIZ MARK BEATNUTS WE ABOUT TO ROCK IT NOW PULL IT OUT YOUR POCKET PULL IT OUT YOUR POCKET PSYCHO LES BABY, I'M ABOUT TO DROP IT I'M JUST A VILLAIN CHILLIN IN MY GANGSTER STAND I COP ALL MY THREES FROM AMSTERDAM I MAKE THEM BLACK EYED PEAS KIDS SAY 'THAT'S THE JAM' BEATNUTS BABY BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND DROP ANOTHER JAM SOCK YOU AND YOUR MAN IF YOU DON'T KNOW BY NOW, BLAM Y'ALL SMALL SOLDIERS WANNA BLAST BACK LIKE A WEDGIE I'M GONNA GET UP IN THAT ASSCRACK FEET FIRST WHIP A CONCERT WITH NO REHEARSE YOU WANNA SPIT YOU GOTTA TALK TO ME FIRST THE RINGLEADER BLOW YOUR COVER YOU THINK WE COOL CUZ I KNOW YOUR MOTHER?
A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he'd always smoked like a chimney.
Today I prayed for Boston, for America, my home away from home. Today, I realized how lucky we Sri Lankans are to have peace in our country. How I feel today, hearing of the bombs going off in the city brings back memories of how I used to feel four years ago in Sri Lanka when the LTTE was setting off bombs all around Colombo. That feeling I used to get when I hear about a bomb blast, the goosebumps, the school evacuation drills, the breaking news footage, and most of all, that fear we Sri Lankans used to feel, every second of everyday, it all came back to me today. Thank you God for bringing peace to my country, look after America the way you did Sri Lanka.
I wanna get back To the old days When the phone would ring And I knew it was you I wanna talk back And get yelled at Fight for nothing Like we used to Oh kiss me Like you mean it Like you miss me Cuz I know you do I wanna get back, get back I wanna get back, get back I wanna get back, get back Get Back