Bonnie who had never hurt a - a harmless thing for malice. Bonnie who was like a kitten making airy pounces at no prey at all. Bonnie with her hair that was called something strawberry but that looked simply as if it was on fire. Bonnie of the translucent skin with the delicate violet fjords and estuaries of veins all over her throat and inner arms. Bonnie who had lately taken to looking at him sideways with her large childlike eyes big and brown under lashes like stars...
I Believe in Bonnie and Clyde the sign read. Finn read it again, and then again, not sure what to make of it. Then he looked at Bonnie and shrugged. "So?"... "So?" she hissed. "It's a sign!" "Yeah. It is. A cardboard sign." "Finn! It has our names on it!" "Names which happen to be the same as a very well-known pair. He could have written 'I believe in Sonny and Cher' or 'Beavis and Butthead' or Peanut Butter and Jelly." Bonnie looked a little crestfallen. He'd taken the magic out of the moment...
It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.
Each of them had done their best. Matt was still his friend. For Meredith, maybe the day would come when she could look at him and not think 'inhuman' - or at least not think it immediately and constantly. Maybe Bonnie, the moth, would be able to stay away from the unholy flame. Now, there was something to worry about. He could all too easily see Bonnie taking a walk on the very wild side with Damon. His brother had a soft spot for her already, she knew. But if either of them had a problem, he already knew what he had to do to find a plan for a solution. Just look up.
A lot of people say to me, 'Is this good, to do to a Shakespeare piece?' And I think, 'You know, 'West Side Story' did it very cleverly, in a different way.' But if you look at 'Bonnie and Clyde,' 'Titanic,' 'Avatar,' 'Grease,' 'Brokeback Mountain'... they're all 'Romeo and Juliet' stories.
On their own, each [character] is a victim of no importance. But when you bring them together, they become a dangerous weapon. Jeanne is the vowel and Sophie the consonant. Psychologists know this phenomenon well. Each individual is harmless, but together they create an explosive chemical reaction. It's like Bonnie and Clyde, like Thelma and Louise.
I see musicians like Bonnie Raitt and Emmylou Harris as more than just musical icons: they are planets, with a gravitational pull - from how they flip their hair just-so when they bow, right down to their hearty backstage banter. It takes decades to learn the innuendos of being gracious and genuine all at once.
I write a lot of my best music in the car, like late night. Three, four in the morning. I'm in the passenger seat, I got my driver, my getaway driver. My Bonnie, I'm Clyde. That's when everything is just settled. In the daytime it's chaotic. Everybody just goin' nowhere fast. In a rush to go nowhere.
I made a crash landing here on Earth on February 14, 1962, in the Shreveport Catholic Charities Home for un-wed mothers. The infamous Bonnie and Clyde lost their lives just miles from where I was born. Like outlaws ourselves, my birth mother and I were on the run from the day she found out I was part of her.
Whatever. I just won't have Elena hurt, is all. Or the little red-headed witch.' 'Ah, yes, sweet Bonnie. I wouldn't mind one or two like her. One for Samhain and one for the Solstice.' Damon snorted drowsily. 'There aren't two like her; I don't care where you look. I won't have her hurt either.
My biggest sorrow, when looking back on my youth, is how much of it I somehow missed. Now, looking at my life today, I don't want to make the same mistake. I don't want to miss this. As Bonnie Raitt sang like she was singing it for all of us, "Life gets mighty precious when there's less of it to waste."
'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger' not only applies to the deeply personal subject matter of 'To the Bone' but to simply getting a film about people with eating disorders made. Without the brilliant Julie Lynn, Bonnie Curtis, and Karina Miller producing, there's no way this project would be coming to fruition.
Nicky Egan has the finesse of Bonnie Raitt merged with the primal force of Janis Joplin. It is a rare combination. Her passion is a joy to behold - and her talent is undeniable. She belongs in any conversation about great contemporary female soul singers. If you're up for a revelatory evening, then put her high on your list.
From the opening lines, Sleeping with Schubert is a hilarious, whimsical romp through the looking glass of a great musical mystery. The writing snaps, crackles, and pops with humor as Bonnie Marson makes Schubert a sexy, happening kind of guy who gives new meaning to our dreaming the impossible.
Buck Barrow, brother of Clyde Barrow (Bonnie & Clyde) was once asked "Where are you wanted by the law?" Barrow replied, "Wherever I've been." What a picture of our own guilt. We cannot escape our sinfulness because it follows us everywhere. Neither can we escape the mercy of God that is always there.
Wait.' Stefan's voice was hard suddenly. Bonnie and Elena turned back and froze, embracing each other, trembling. 'What is your-your father-going to do to you when he finds out that you allowed this?' "He will not kill me, ' Sage said brusquely, the wild tone back in his voice. 'He may even find it as amusant as I do, and we will be sharing a belly laugh tomorrow.
Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie's words. 'You're not like them. You're my McSailor.' A soft touch made him smile, thinking of Bonnie, before he realized it was Innochka's hand stroking his face. The touch of a mobster's girlfriend. He leaped back, still crouched on his feet.
She told him... how her heart had fairly skipped a beat when she'd seen him standing in the middle of the road dressed as a true Highland warrior. "If I hadna been in love wi' you already, I'd have fallen in love wi' you then." He grinned, his whiskery face unbearably bonnie even with its cuts and bruises. "So you like the sight of me in a pladdie, aye?" "Aye-and wi' braids in your hair." She leaned down and kissed him. "But I think red paint looks silly.
The hell with your secrets, ' shouted Bonnie. 'Language, language! How about this: One of you has kept a secret all their life, and is doing so even now. One of you is a murderer-and I am not speaking of a vampire, or a mercy killing, or anything like that. And then there is the question of the true identity of Sage-good luck on your research there!One of you has already had their memory erased-and I don't mean Damon or Stefan. And what about the secret, stolen kiss? And then there is the question of what happened the night of the motel, that it seems that nobody but Elena can recall. You might ask her sometime about her theories about Camelot.
Bonnie saw ropes hanging loose, poles falling away, tree-tops sinking beneath her. As they rose, the sun rose with them. Its warmth turned the dark skin of the fiery balloon midnight blue. They flew straight up. Above them, the sweet, clear music of the lonely pipe called to them. Then the smooth sky puckered into cloth-of-blue and drew aside. They passed straight through...
This thing we have, it hurts, he continued. But the pain is almost sweet because it means YOU happened. We happened. And I can't regret that, no matter how little or how long I get to tag along with you and pretend that I don't hate having people recognize me or take pictures or having people whisper about my record- " Your record?" " My criminal record, Bonnie, Nothing platinum there. I'm an ex-con, and starting over and building a new life where I can put it behind me, I'm building a new life where it will never be behind me, and for you, its worth it. It's easy math.
A lang, lang time ago... " MacPhee began, ignoring St.Vincent's low groan, "there was a bonnie maid called Malvina. She was the betrothed of Oscar, the braw warrior who won her heart. Oscar bade his beloved tae wait for him while he went tae seek his fortune. But one black day Malvina received word that her lover had been killed in battle. He would lie forever in eternal rest in the faraway hills... lost in endless slumber... " "God, I envy him," St. Vincent said feelingly, rubbing his own dark-circled eyes.
SINCE YOU HELPED DADDY GET THAT CASH GET THE CONDO AND THE MINK, AND THE RING AND THE GIFT WRAPPED JAG AND YOU STILL GOT THE BOMB HEAD, I PAY THE PHONE AND THE RENT BUT KEEP IT REAL BOO, YOU PAY THE CON-ED IF I GET KNOCED, SHE IN THE VI ROOM WITH SOME MONEY ON MY BOOKS, GIVE WEED TO A NIGGA DON'T WORRY ABOUT SHIT, CAUSE I BE OUT SOON NO DOUBT THAT'S MY BOOBY-CAT SHE DROP MY BRICKS OFF RIGHT ON BROADWAY, AND SHE GO AND GET A DOOBIE WRAP LOOKIN AT THE GOD LIKE WE OUGHTA ELOPE ONE POP FOR THE PASTA, ONE POT FOR THE COKE HOLIDAY STYLES, DICK ONE SHOT FOR THE DOUGH AND IT'S SORTA LIKE WE BONNIE AND CLYDE I LOAD THE OUIE UP, SHE GON ROLL THE GOUIE UP, THEN MAMI ABIDE AND SHE SAID "DADDY GET THAT CASH" SHE KNOW I WOULD BUT HAD NO IDEA THAT I WOULD SKIP THAT FAST
Styles F/ Lil' Mo
My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love. And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love, Though it were ten thousand mile.
DEAR SLIM, I WROTE BUT YOU STILL AIN'T CALLIN I LEFT MY CELL, MY PAGER, AND MY HOME PHONE AT THE BOTTOM I SENT TWO LETTERS BACK IN AUTUMN, YOU MUST NOT-A GOT 'EM THERE PROBABLY WAS A PROBLEM AT THE POST OFFICE OR SOMETHIN SOMETIMES I SCRIBBLE ADDRESSES TOO SLOPPY WHEN I JOT 'EM BUT ANYWAYSFUCK IT, WHAT'S BEEN UP? MAN HOW'S YOUR DAUGHTER? MY GIRLFRIEND'S PREGNANT TOO, I'M BOUT TO BE A FATHER IF I HAVE A DAUGHTER, GUESS WHAT I'MA CALL HER? I'MA NAME HER BONNIE I READ ABOUT YOUR UNCLE RONNIE TOO I'M SORRY I HAD A FRIEND KILL HIMSELF OVER SOME BITCH WHO DIDN'T WANT HIM I KNOW YOU PROBABLY HEAR THIS EVERYDAY, BUT I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN I EVEN GOT THE UNDERGROUND SHIT THAT YOU DID WITH SKAM I GOT A ROOM FULL OF YOUR POSTERS AND YOUR PICTURES MAN I LIKE THE SHIT YOU DID WITH RAWKUS TOO, THAT SHIT WAS FAT ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU GET THIS MAN, HIT ME BACK JUST TO CHAT, TRULY YOURS, YOUR BIGGEST FAN THIS IS STAN
Eminem And Dido
Directly overhead the Milky Way was as distinct as a highway across the sky. The constellations shown brilliantly, except the north, where they were blurred by the white sheets of the Aurora. Now shimmering like translucent curtains drawn over the windows of heaven, the northern lights suddenly streaked across a million miles of space to burst in silent explosions. Fountains of light, pale greens, reds, and yellows, showered the stars and geysered up to the center of the sky, where they pooled to form a multicolored sphere, a kind of mock sun that gave light but no heat, pulsing, flaring, and casting beams in all directions, horizon to horizon. Below, the wolves howled with midnight madness and the two young men stood in speechless awe. Even after the spectacle ended, the Aurora fading again to faint shimmer, they stood as silent and transfixed as the first human beings ever to behold the wonder of creation. Starkmann felt the diminishment that is not self-depreciation but humility; for what was he and what was Bonnie George? Flickers of consciousness imprisoned in lumps of dust; above them a sky ablaze with the Aurora, around them a wilderness where wolves sang savage arias to a frozen moon.