You can donate marrow for her, Alice Faye, you can't cure her. You can win a poker tournament, but that won't make her want to live. So I'll ask you again: Who are you, and what are you doing here? Because Munny sure doesn't want you to be her, and she wants someone to be out in the world living since she's got the market cornered on dying right now.
'I can get mad all I want, but they don't mean it. They love me. Sometimes, some creatures, when they get cornered, they forget who loves them and think everybody's the enemy. You don't just leave them alone, cold and afraid, because their instinct takes over and it's wrong. You don't if you give a shit, you know?'
He was lost. He knew it. He had neither the size nor the strength to defeat her, and she had him cornered. But he would fight. He was a warrior, the prince-son of the unicorns, and he meant to go down fighting. There would be no songs to mark his death; and none of his people would even know. But he had saved Korr and the others of the band. It was noon - they were safe out of the hills by now, and none of the rest of it mattered.
Meredith Ann Pierce
Destiny was funny stuff, he knew. You couldn't trust it. Often you couldn't even see it. Just when you knew you had it cornered, it turned out to be something else-coincidence, maybe, or providence. You barred the door against it, and it was standing behind you. Then just when you thought you had it nailed down it walked away with the hammer.
Zoe readied her arrows. Grover lifted his pipes. Thalia raised her shield and I noticed a tear running down her cheek. Suddenly it occurred to me: this had happened to her before.She had been cornered on Half- Blood Hill. She'd willingly given her life for her friends. But this time she couldn't save us.
It seemed that unbeknownst to her father, the lecherous bishop had chased Clio for the entire previous week and had foolishly cornered her on the staircase, where he stole a kiss and squeezed her small breasts. So when it came time to doctor him, she had smiled sweetly and stitched up his wound in the shape of three sixes, the sign of the devil.
MOVING UNDER INTO THE NIGHT, BUT OUT OF THE DARK, TO BE CORNERED AND YET TO SURVIVE. THE JESTER PERFORMED, WITH HIS BODY HE SCORNED, WITH HIS VOICE HE AMUSED, AND A LITTLE CONFUSED HIS MASTERS, THE KING AND QUEEN. THE LAUGH OF THE KING WAS CLEAR AND STRONG, SO OUT OF FEAR THE CROWD LAUGHED ALONG, AND HOW I'D LOVE TO LEAVE HERE. MOVING UNDER.
Now, this is where I draw the line! It's bad enough everybody in town's going to be thinkin' I'm sleeping with a depressed, lice-ridden, hemorrhoidal foreigner who likes to be tied up and might be pregnant, although-since she's just about cornered the market on condoms-I don't know how that could have happened. But I will not-you listen to me, Emma!-I absolutely will not have anybody thinkin' a woman of mine needs a vaginal moisturizer, do you hear me?
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Among wolves, no matter how sick, no matter how cornered, no matter how alone, afraid or weakened, the wolf will continue.She will lope even with a broken leg. She will strenuously outwait, outwit, outrun and outlast whatever is bedeviling her. She will put her all into taking breath after breath. The hallmark of the wild nature is that it goes on.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
When you've got a thing to say, Say it! Don't take half a day. When your tale's got little in it Crowd the whole thing in a minute! Life is short-a fleeting vapor- Don't you fill the whole blamed paper With a tale which, at a pinch, Could be cornered in an inch! Boil her down until she simmers, Polish her until she glimmers.
Joel Chandler Harris
[The Doctor, Capt. Jack and Rose are cornered by the empty children.] The Doctor: Go to your room! Go to your room! I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I'm very, very cross! GO! TO! YOUR! ROOM! [The children lurch away and obey him.] I'm really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words.
But you can't kill humans It's-- Evil? The world is evil Risika. Wolves hunt the stragglers in a group of deer. Vultures devour the fallen.Hyenas destroy the weak. Humans kill that which they fear. Survive and be strong, or die, cornered by your prey, trembling because the night is dark.
Hello, darling, ' Alessandro smiled at her. Oh, that smile. Bree wanted to close her eyes, press her hands against her eyes and keep them shut forever so she wouldn't see that smile. She must have had the question on her face, the knowledge on her face because as she looked at him now, something flickered in his eyes. Guilt. Oh God. 'Mommy, look. I make good bouncies. See?' Will said, dribbling the ball. 'I gonna be a basset ball player when I gwoed up.' The little boy's voice sounded far away as Bree narrowed in on Alessandro and the look in his eyes. 'Brian. I want you and Vanessa to take Will and Gianni out for a little while.' 'Oh but we're having a good time out here, aren't we Gianni?' Alessandro asked, tickling Gianni who squealed and curled inward. 'Now, ' Bree said, her voice tight. Will stopped bouncing the ball and held it against his chest looking at both of them, picking up on the angry tension that suddenly covered them all. 'Uh oh. I tink mommy's mad.' 'I'm not leaving you alone in your condition, Bree. Alessandro, we just came from the hospital. Colin's awake, ' Brian informed him, his voice tight with anger. 'You spoke to Colin?' Alessandro asked, meeting Bree's eyes. 'I did. And Carrie.' He looks like a cornered animal. And what do Dardanos do when they're cornered? They lie. They cheat. Oh God. 'Fine, then can you just take the boys upstairs?' Bree said, speaking to Brian, but not moving her gaze from her husband. 'Come on, guys. Let's go play upstairs for a while, ' Vanessa said walking past Bree and taking Gianni from Alessandro's lap.
We must carry the war into every corner the enemy happens to carry it, to his home, to his centers of entertainment: a total war. It is necessary to prevent him from having a moment of peace, a quiet moment outside his barracks or even inside; we must attack him wherever he may be, make him feel like a cornered beast wherever he may move. Then his moral fiber shall begin to decline, but we shall notice how the signs of decadence begin to disappear.
Well, part of it is the general fascination with the Amish. It's an extremely popular genre and Beverly Lewis just happens to have the market cornered. She is the bestselling author in this genre. We had actually optioned another one of her Amish books, The Redemption of Sarah Cain. We retitled it Saving Sarah Cain and it did extremely well for Lifetime so we pursued more of her novels.
Stories set the inner life into motion, and this is particularly important where the inner life is frightened, wedged, or cornered. Story greases the hoists and pulleys, it causes adrenaline to surge, shows us the way out, down, or up, and for our trouble, cuts for us fine wide doors in previously blank walls, openings that lead to the dreamland, that lead to love and learning, that lead us back to our own real lives as knowing wildish women.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
I want blood! Two of Aksel's dogs cornered me near Tondara. They shot me. Those bastards actually shot a hole in my stabilizer the size of Mirala... Aren't you going to say something? (Syn) Were you hurt? (Nykyrian) No. (Syn) Then why are you having a fit? (Nykyrian) I don't know, it just felt right. You see why I don't like being sober? I overreact like an old woman. (He opened his flask, then slammed it down on Nykyrian's desk.) Figures the damned thing would be empty. (Syn)
This national argument is usually interpreted as a battle between imperialists led by Roosevelt and Lodge and anti-imperialists led by William Jennings Bryan and Carl Schurz. It is far more accurate and illuminating however, to view it as a three-cornered fight. The third group was a coalition of businessmen, intellectuals, and politicians who opposed traditional colonialism and advocated instead a policy of an open door through which America's preponderant economic strength would enter and dominate all underdeveloped areas of the world.
William Appleman Williams
But the body fails us and the mirror knows, and we no longer insist that the gray hush be carried off its surface by the cloth, for we have run to fat, and wrinkles encircle the eyes and notch the neck where the skin wattles, and the flesh of the arms hangs loose like an overlarge sleeve, veins thicken like ropes and empurple the body as though they had been drawn there by a pen, freckles darken, liver spots appear, the hairah, the hair is exhausted and gray and lusterless, in weary rolls like cornered lint.
William H. Gass
Alex cornered her right before she was going to make an appointment at the nurse's station to see him. 'Bree, I'm going to be referring you to Carlo from now on, ' Alex informed her. 'I think in light of recent events it would be a conflict of interest for me to continue to be your doctor.' 'Is that right?' Bree asked leaning her elbow on the counter and raising an eyebrow. 'Yes, I wouldn't feel comfortable about it considering what you did to Carrie.' 'Aw, that's nice, ' Bree smiled sarcastically, staring up at his smug self-righteous face. 'Nice to know this place has such moral upstanding doctors.' 'Yes, so I will be referring you to him from now on, ' Alex said, clenching his jaw. 'Great, ' Bree said, fighting not to roll her eyes. 'Have a good afternoon, ' he said curtly and turned to walk away. Don't do it. Don't do it, Bree. The evil Bree won though. 'You too, Dr. Home Wrecker.' Alex's step faltered but he didn't turn around.
Sometmes when you pull knives on people, they get this impression that you're going to hurt them, and then they're completely terrified. Crazy, I know!" "Okay, " said Nick. He turned to Jamie & popped his left wrist sheath again. "Look." Jamie backed up. "Which part of 'completely terrified' did you translate as 'show us your knives, Nick'? Don't show me your knives, Nick. I have no interest in your knives." Nick rolled his eyes. "This is a quillon dagger. That's a knife with a sword handle. I like it because it has a good grip for stabbing." "Why do you say these things?" Jamie inquired piteously. "Is it to make me sad?" "I didn't have you cornered, " Nick went on. "You could've run. And this dagger doesn't have an even weight distribution; it's absolute rubbish for throwing. If I had any intention of hurting you, I'd have used a knife I could throw." Jamie blinked. "I will remember those words always. I may try to forget them, but I sense that I won't be able to.
Sarah Rees Brennan
The Last Leaf I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow; But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
Today everyone on our side knows that criminality is not the result of the Algerian's congenital nature nor the configuration of his nervous system. The war in Algeria and wars of national liberation bring out the true protagonists. We have demonstrated that in the colonial situation the colonized are confronted with themselves. They tend to use each other as a screen. Each prevents his neighbor from seeing the national enemy. And when exhausted after a sixteen-hour day of hard work the colonized subject collapses on his mat and a child on the other side of the canvas partition cries and prevents him from sleeping, it just so happens it's a little Algerian. When he goes to beg for a little semolina or a little oil from the shopkeeper to whom he already owes several hundred francs and his request is turned down, he is overwhelmed by an intense hatred and desire to kill-and the shopkeeper happens to be an Algerian. When, after weeks of keeping a low profile, he finds himself cornered one day by the kaid demanding "his taxes, " he is not even allowed the opportunity to direct his hatred against the European administrator; before him stands the kaid who excites his hatred-and he happens to be an Algerian.
Their quarry had been cornered in his defenses and their bloodlust was such that they were likely to pay top Julep to watch him escape, so that he might be brutalized and killed before their very eyes, as this was much more gratifying to them than simply watching justice be enacted. They, too, understood that societal constructs for justice were moderate gratification, at best, as they were empty and subject to contradictions and compromises steeped in moral relativism and an unconditional dependence upon overblown semantics that made the law a mockery of itself. As for the ideologies that these hollow systems of jurisprudence sought to define and uphold: these could easily be subjugated through a meticulous analysis of the trivial components of one statute or another. The rule of law had failed them. What the people wanted, in its stead, was rather simple: moral absolutes. Good versus evil. And evil was not to be simply prevailed over. Evil was to be dominated and effectively eliminated, because as long as it was able to while away the time somewhere-in some sweaty prison cell, far away, staring out the barred window with a wry smile, as it plotted its next offensive on the Common Good, a sense of wholeness could not be achieved.
BEYOND TWO THOUSAND IN THE FUTURE WARS BEYOND THE LIMITS OF OUR MIND CENTRAL COMPUTER THAT CONTROL AND KNOW THE SIMPLE WEAKNESS OF MANKIND HUMANOID LIVING IN A STRUCTURED WILL WALKING IN A LIFELESS PATH MOTOR WITH A NEED TO KILL NEED TO KILL NEED TO KILL SEARCHING THROUGH THE WRECKAGES OF MOLTEN STEEL AND GLASS SEEING ALL IN INFRA RED AND HEAVY IN IT'S MASS TERMINATE EXTERMINATE THE SON OF CONNOR REESE YOU MUST PREVENT THE BASTARD EVER BEING BORN STOP AT NOTHING KILL AT WILL BUT RID THE EARTH OF THIS SMALL CHILD YOU MUST DETER THIS FUCKING EVIL SPAWN MARK THE DOGS FOR ONLY THEY KNOW YOUR NOT HUMAN YOUR OT FLESH AT ALL BREAK THE JAW BEFORE IT SPEAKS AND KILL THE MEN THAT ANSWER TO IT'S CALL JUSTIFIED IN GENOCIDE AND LEAVE THEM IN THEIIR BROKEN PRIDE UNTIL THEY REALIZE THAT IT'S NO USE UNSUSPECTING VICTIM ONE GUERILLA FIGHTER WITH A GUN THE TERMINATOR'S FINALLY BEEN LET LOOSE TRY TO RUN BUT ONLY THEY KNOW THERE'S NOWHERE TO RUN NOWHERE TO HIDE CORNERED TRAPPED BY THE DEATH MACHINE DON'T YOU GO TO SLEEP DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES AH BEYOND TWP THOUSAND IN THE FUTURE WARS BEYOND THE LIMITS OF OUR MIND CENTRAL COMPUTER, THAT CONTROL AND KNOW THE SIMPLE WEAKNESS OF MANKIND AND STILL THE ARMIES OF ROBOTIC MEN CRUSHING THE HUMANS IN THEIR PATH LIFELESS OF PAIN AND A VOID OF SORROW CREATE A CRIMSON AFTERMATH