#witch

People are going to see both of us and think it's an Abbott and Costello kind of thing. It's not an easy switch. It's not an easy transition from TV to film. ↗

— Ray Romano

#both #costello #easy #film #going

We've switched from a culture that was interested in manufacturing, economics, politics - trying to play a serious part in the world - to a culture that's really entertainment-based. ↗

— Stephen King

#economics #interested #manufacturing #part #play

It is very hard for me to switch from clay to grass. ↗

— Marat Safin

#grass #hard #me #switch #very

I would love to make some kind of film about the witches and the Inquisitions. That would be really fun because I don't think their stories have been told enough. ↗

— Amy Smart

#because #been #enough #film #fun

Getting into the habit of switching a timer on will, I promise, save you from any number of kitchen disasters. ↗

— Delia Smith

#disasters #getting #habit #i #into

Any active sportsman has to be very focused; you've got to be in the right frame of mind. If your energy is diverted in various directions, you do not achieve the results. I need to know when to switch on and switch off: and the rest of the things happen around that. Cricket is in the foreground, the rest is in the background. ↗

— Sachin Tendulkar

#active #any #around #background #cricket

It could have been me. And just the hope and prayers that, you know, if, if the shoes were switched, that you know, Laci would do the same thing for me. ↗

— Amber Frey

#could #hope #just #know #me

I am no more a witch than you are a wizard. If you take my life away, God will give you blood to drink. ↗

— Sarah Good

#away #blood #drink #give #god

I looked into her eyes, and saw my own staring back, the same peculiar shade, pale grey, flecked with yellow, rimmed with black. Now I knew the nature of her debt. It had weighed on her conscience for fourteen years. I was looking into the eyes of mother and I knew that I would never see her again. ↗

— Celia Rees

#eyes #family #magic #witch #family

SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#love