The Bullet In The Box Quotes & Sayings

When push comes to shove, what's Faust without his pact? Nothing. No one. We'd never have heard of him. — David Mitchell

He returned the money with a graceful letter saying that he had found a means of livelihood which would supply him with all his needs. At the moment he had three francs in the world. — Victor Hugo

The rifle and the pistol are still the equalizer when one man is more of a man than another, and if ... he is really smart ... he will get a permit to carry one and then drop around to Abercrombie and Fitch and buy himself a .22 caliber Colt automatic pistol, 'Woodsman model', with a five-inch barrel and a box of shells. I advise him to get lubricated hollow points to avoid jams and to ensure a nice expansion on the bullet. He might even get several boxes and practice a little ... — Ernest Hemingway,

Knowing constitutional law helps one at the opera. The trial in 'Billy Budd,' as example, invokes the fugitive slave clause of the U.S. Constitution. — Karen DeCrow

The reality of music itself, which is the fabric of life for me, is where most of my attention is. — Pat Metheny

Instead, we end up with a list of bullet points - an inventory of God's communicable attributes, those qualities belonging to God that he shares with us. Moral, spiritual, intellectual, and relational qualities make the list. What ultimately happens is that instead of being shaken by a visionary calling that will take everything we have to offer and more, we end up with a static list of attributes that are echoes of the divine in us. Efforts to pin down the precise meaning of image bearer (which the text does not do) ultimately box up the subject. — Carolyn Custis James

There is nothing which strengthens faith more than the observance of morality. — Joseph Addison

Having more candidates come with a creative and artistic sensibility would actually bring more people out to vote. — Zephyr Teachout

Bullet shrugged. She was right, it would just be another box. It was going to be just another box for him, too, but he'd figured it out. You didn't get out of one box without getting into another, and you didn't get out of one box without getting into another, and you didn't get out without it costing you. For himself, he was just looking for a box that fit him. For her - what he was hoping to do was just loosen a board or two for her. It was up to her what she did about that. — Cynthia Voigt

Education is the motor-force of revolution. — Bill Ayers

The Scottish sun, shocked by having its usual cloudy underpinnings stripped away, shone feverishly, embarrassed by its nakedness. — Stuart Haddon

I once saw a dead man. Actually, i've seen many dead men. Too many for most. But this one, i've carried with me. Was a car wreck... The driver, he was the dead man. Had a bullet hole in his temple. Shot from the inside of car or out, didn't matter. His hat, though, was one of those mesh hats, with the puffy front. Like a trucker wears. Anyway, written on the hat was: "Shit happens." The epitaph of humanity's gravestone. Shit happens. A neat little bow over a pine box of waste. What a metaphor for life. — Brian Azzarello

Nothing is ever truly gone ...
Not for me, nor for any human being. We can only go forward, unless we are guests in some enchantment that is not is ours. We are condemned to an endless present, and we can never go back-the source of all our joy, and all our sorrow.
-Hem at Zelika's grave — Alison Croggon

Joe nodded. "We're required to report bullet wounds. — C.J. Box

It' her life, and she' in the middle of it. — Esmeralda Santiago

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Crouching, Ceony felt the edge of the giant crack. None of it came away in her fingers, even when she scratched it with her nails. The rock stayed hard and firm. Another handful of sand dropped to the canyon floor, seeming to make no difference in the canyon's depth whatsoever. But Ceony knew that enough handfuls would fill it, eventually. After all, it took time to mend one's heart. Enough time could heal a heart as broken as this one. It was half-healed already. — Charlie N. Holmberg