Creation isn’t forcing or
Creation isn’t forcing or commanding something into existence. It’s more of a rolling over, a good stretch, blissing out, lying on the grass watching the flowers blowing in the breeze or the clouds floating by. Esther Hicks
Rolling Over
If John Wayne were
If John Wayne were alive, he’d be rolling over in his grave! Ernest Borgnine
I woke up this
I woke up this morning,” Gabriel said, “thinking of nothing more than rolling over and pulling you into my arms and kissing you again. Kissing: only kissing. As if I were a green boy of fourteen. In case you don’t realize it, Kate, kissing is not a man’s usual inclination in the morning. Eloisa James
The Founding Fathers and
The Founding Fathers and our fathers are rolling over in their graves as this great country voluntarily abandons its dreams of equal opportunity, achievement and prosperity and sows the seeds of its own destruction. David Limbaugh
A normal fight is
A normal fight is thirty seconds of rolling around on the floor, scrapping, that’s what it is. It’s not rolling over boxes or getting punched through windows. Danny Dyer
World War Z is
World War Z is out today. The big zombie movie. The trailer looks scary. You see hordes of bodies climbing and rolling over each other. It’s like Black Friday at the mall. Craig Ferguson
What is this called,
What is this called, what I am doing, to myself, to my life, this wallowing, this pondering, this rolling over and over in the same places of my memory, wearing them thin, wearing them out? Why don’t I ever learn? Why don’t I ever do anything different? Charles Yu
You have to hope
You have to hope that [good things] happen to you. […] That’s the only thing we really, surely have, is hope. You hope that you can be alive, that things will happen to you that you’ll actually witness, that you’ll participate in. Rather than life just rolling over you, and you wake up and it’s … Read more
There are only three
There are only three things that can kill a farmer: lightning, rolling over in a tractor, and old age. Bill Bryson
The summer lasted a
The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a man falling dead in the street of heart trouble. One night, all in one night, severe winter came, a white horse of snow rolling over Bountiful, snorting and rolling in its meadows, its … Read more