#strikes

Of all the things I do, acting is the thing that grabs most, but there's another level on which it strikes me as being a little silly. In the end you're dressing up and deciding to be somebody. ↗

— Jane Asher

#another #being #deciding #dressing #end

Show me the country that has no strikes and I'll show you the country in which there is no liberty. ↗

— Samuel Gompers

#i #liberty #me #show #strikes

There are two births: the one when light, First strikes the new awakened sense; The other when two souls unite, And we must count our life from thence, When you loved me and I loved you, Then both of us were born anew. ↗

— William Cartwright

#awakened #births #born #both #count

But we can hold our spirits and our bodies so pure and high, we may cherish such thoughts and such ideals, and dream such dreams of lofty purpose, that we can determine and know what manner of men we will be, whenever and wherever the hour strikes and calls to noble action. ↗

— Joshua Chamberlain

#bodies #calls #cherish #determine #dream

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

#goes #here #makes #player #question

It strikes me that these days, clubs don't even want players who can truly play any more; they just want athletes, quick guys who don't have a football brain, can just run and run; some of them, Jesus. I can never imagine acting like that. ↗

— Robbie Fowler

#any #athletes #brain #clubs #days

Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive. ↗

— Walker Percy

#alive #another #dead #few #friendly

At first, it's unfamiliar, then it strikes root. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#root #strikes #then #unfamiliar

When anger rushes unrestrained to action, like a hot steed, it stumbles on its way. The man of thought strikes deepest and strikes safely. ↗

— Richard Savage

#anger #deepest #hot #like #man

Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared. ↗

— Jane Porter

#brightness #happiness #heart #itself #kindred