I was not out to paint beautiful pictures even painting good pictures was not important to me. I wanted only to help the truth burst forth.

A game one of my sisters will play with me in my first year of being alive is called Good Baby Bad Baby. This consists of being told I am a good baby until I smile and laugh then being told I am a bad baby until I burst into tears. This training will stand me in good stead all through my life.

In the forensic science course I took at university they used photographs of dead bodies. For ballistics they showed us a guy lying on the floor and his head had burst.

They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.

How sick one gets of being 'good ' how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours embody selfishness.

The disruptive powers of excessive national fecundity may have played a greater part in bursting the bonds of convention than either the power of ideas or the errors of autocracy.

Patriotism is not a short and frenzied outburst of emotion but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime.

Unfortunately after Sept. 11 there was an outburst in America of intense suffering and patriotism and the Bush administration was very shrewd and effective in painting anyone who disagreed with the policies as unpatriotic or even traitorous.

In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries no man can ignore all of them.

Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through and you make of it a dance a dirge or a life march as you will.

Churchill was the canny political animal very devious bursting with energy and determination learning as hard as he could.

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you and that you will work them water them with your blood and tears and you laughter till they bloom till you yourself burst into bloom.

When my son was born and after a day of lying-in I was told that I could leave the hospital and take him home I burst into tears. It wasn't the emotion of the moment: it was shock and horror.

I visited those friends who'd just had a baby and she was washing dishes and he was cleaning the house and I burst with happiness. And in their minds they were in this terrible domestic rut.

I'm like bursting. I should be working. I don't want to take a break. It's funny on set I don't have to go to the bathroom I don't have anything wrong I'm perfectly fine so through-and-through. I'm not hungry. I'm literally not even in my own body.

In everyone's life at some time our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

We had a booming stock market in 1929 and then went into the world's greatest depression. We have a booming stock market in 1999. Will the bubble somehow burst and then we enter depression? Well some things are not different.

I only tour in short bursts I'm only ever away from my family and three daughters for a month or two.

The word experience is like a shrapnel shell and bursts into a thousand meanings.

It's good to experience Hollywood in short bursts I guess. Little snippets. I don't think I can handle being here all the time it's pretty nutty.

But after this natural burst of indignation no man of sense courage or prudence will waste his time or his strength in retrospective reproaches or repinings.

I listened to it last night for the first time since we started this project. I went out to my car and put it in and went to an empty parking lot and just listened and read the little pamphlet that came with it. After two or three songs I burst into tears.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy by suspicions and fear by burst of anger and quarrels.

Age is not all decay it is the ripening the swelling of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the husk.