Browsing Topic Best Hail Quotes

How vain are our fears! I thought to myself. Sometimes we fear that which our opponent (or fate) had never even considered! After this, then, is it any longer worthwhile to rack one’s brain to find new ghosts to fear? No, indeed: All hail optimism! – upon playing Hermanis Mattison after he overlooked an unusual knight manouevre.

There is an interesting resemblance in the speeches of dictators, no matter what country they may hail from or what language they may speak.

Man beholds the earth, and it is breathing like a great lung; whenever it exhales, delightful life swarms from all its pores and reaches out toward the sun, but when it inhales, a moan of rupture passes through the multitude, and corpses whip the ground like bouts of hail.

We ain’t got nothing without love.That’s all we’ll have when the world is throughCause, baby, we ain’t got nothing without love.

I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow’d, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown’d with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.

Looking, touching, material, place and form are all inseparable from the resulting work. It is difficult to say where one stops and another begins. The energy and space around a material are as important as the energy and space within. The weather–rain, sun, snow, hail, mist, calm–is that external space made visible. When I touch a rock, I am touching and working the space around it. It is not independent of its surroundings, and the way it sits tells how it came to be there.

Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo’s song, To show that she is here.

You must know that when you ‘hail’ Mary, she immediately greets you! Don’t think that she is one of those rude women of whom there are so many-on the contrary, she is utterly courteous and pleasant. If you greet her, she will answer you right away and converse with you!

The reason I take pride for that is one of the things you worry about when you’re in the bubble, and there’s all this pomp and circumstance and hail to the chief is, do you lose touch with what you thought was important and what brought you here? And I’m proud that I don’t think I have lost touch.

It’s a little bit about how I felt about Hail, Caesar! and now Star Wars. I could not have predicted those things happening to me. But I’m just happy they come along.

I swear by that old expression, ‘One monkey don’t stop no show!’ The reality is, we still have some good men out there, and we should hail those men as the kings they are.

Hail to the man who went through life always helping others, knowing no fear, and to whom aggressiveness and resentment are alien. Such is the stuff of which the great moral leaders are made.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

Old Testament, is really one of the most wickedest books you’ll ever come across. God is an insecure, rage-filled hybrid of Bobby Knight and Suge Knight. He’s got these anger issues that you can’t believe. He’s like John McCain if McCain could fart hail. He’s pro-slavery, he’s pro-polygamy, he’s homophobic, he’ll kill you for masturbating.

Dark accurate plunger down the successive knellOf arch on arch, where ogives burst a redReverberance of hail upon the deadThunder like an exploding crucible!

With ‘Hail, Caesar!’ it was about all the skill sets I had to learn, but each movie requires a different way of working. You’re a piece in a new world, and there is always a difficult part within that world. For me, it’s not consistent from movie-to-movie, each film has a central challenge.

Right now, hail to the Michigan State Spartans.

I met Scarlett [Johansson] briefly, but Josh [Brolin] and George [Clooney], in particular, were so welcoming and so inclusive and really brought me into the fold from the beginning. They were just very considerate of me, and it meant a lot [shootong Hail, Caesar!].

The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;Far off a precise whistle is escheatTo the dark; and then the towering weak and pale.

Nora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.

Forever and ever, brother, hail. Forever and ever, farewell.

The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though an impatient hand inside were striving to burst it open. But no hand was there, and it opened no more.

Hail the day that sees Him rise,Ravished from our wistful eyes!Christ, awhile to mortals given,Re-ascends His native heaven.There the glorious triumph waits,Lift your heads, eternal gates!Wide unfold the radiant scene,Take the King of glory in!

I feel uncomfortable about the word hero because it seems to me that it is so rhetorically proximate to justifications for more war. Um, and, I don’t want to obviously desecrate or disrespect memory of anyone that’s fallen, and obviously there are individual circumstances in which there is genuine, tremendous heroism, you know, hail of gunfire, rescuing fellow soldiers and things like that. But it seems to me that we marshal this word in a way that is problematic. But maybe I’m wrong about that.

Hail Lord, …Loose my chains.

Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale, he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.

Hail and Farewell, my brother.

And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.

Christ, by highest heaven adored. Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a virgin’s womb. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail the incarnate Deity! Pleased as Man with man to dwell; Jesus, our Immanuel!

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: – the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

Drummond is many things, and one of those things is a magician. (…) Art is magic, and so is pop. Bill Drummond is a cultural magician, and 45 is his logbook. Shelve alongside Brian Eno’s A Year With Swollen Appendices. Hail Discordia !

Through many waters borne, brother, I am come to thy sad grave, that I may give these last gifts to the dead. Forever and ever, brother, hail. Forever and ever, farewell.

The big, shoe-thumping fellow continues as a dark thunderhead to threaten all unrepentant non-Communists with hail and thunder.

There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about the devils. One is to disbelieve in their existence. The other is to believe, and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them. They themselves are equally pleased by both errors and hail a materialist or a magician with the same delight.

Palin was a political Hail Mary, a long bomb in the closing minutes of a game that John McCain and Co. were certain to lose. They didn’t care if she had the policy or political or emotional capacity to serve as vice president, let alone president. They were willing to drive the country off a cliff, if that’s what it took to win.