Ryan Walters Quotes

[There] was a time when a lot of people came to the door. The milkman. The iceman. The Fuller Brush man. Encyclopedia salesmen. There was a sense of interaction with the world that started right at your own front doorstep.

How do you do it?” I asked her. “How do you keep getting up every day and fighting when winning seems impossible?” She thought about it, and then she said, “Men sometimes say to me: You might win the battle, Gurley, but you’ll never win the war. But no one wins the war, Ryan. Not really. I mean, we’re all going to die, right? “But to win a battle now and then? What more could you want?

Every life matters. Even if it’s “them.

It makes no difference whether you believe all this or you don’t. It not only makes no difference to me, but to anything. Things don’t wait for you to believe them. They happen. God is not Tinkerbell. He does what he does whether you clap your hands or hide behind the comfort of your disbelief.

we can’t even say what it is we’re missing. It’s like you can feel the hole, but you don’t know what’s supposed to fill it, because it’s something you’ve never seen. You don’t want it to be every man for himself, but it sort of is. And there’s not much you can do about it. I don’t mean to talk in riddles.

Sometimes when things happen you just let them go, one by one, because it’s easier. You pretend they don’t mean as much as they do. I should’ve had my eyes open about that, but you can’t go back and second-guess things. It’s just that when we sat around and thought about the things we really loved, which you do when you’re away at war, mostly what came to me were experiences.

I am trying to decide between the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,' he said presently. 'I am afraid my history is such that I can't manage both at once. 'Hi - no need for the truth at all,' said Paddy Ryan. 'Who said anything about the truth? You're a free man in this country, Walter Moody. You tell me any old rubbish you like, and if you string it out until we reach the junction at Kunara, then I shall count it as a very fine tale.

Caroline was struck by just how close twenty-four feet really is, how little space really exists between us. Of course they were different, Lenny Ryan’s shooting of the pawnbroker, her own shooting of the wife beater. But that meant there was a difference between what Lenny Ryan did and what Kevin Verloc did, that in the end we are separated not by distance, but degree. And in that truth was another; none of us knows, in the tumble of events, what she is capable of doing.

Alice's Cutie Code TM Version 2.1 - Colour Expansion Pack (aka Because this stuff won’t stop being confusing and my friends are mean edition) From Red to Green, with all the colours in between (wait, okay, that rhymes, but green to red makes more sense. Dang.) From Green to Red, with all the colours in between Friend Sampling Group: Fennie, Casey, Logan, Aisha and Jocelyn Green  Friends’ Reaction: Induces a minimum amount of warm and fuzzies. If you don’t say “aw”, you’re “dead inside”  My Reaction: Sort of agree with friends minus the “dead inside” but because that’s a really awful thing to say. Puppies are a good example. So is Walter Bishop. Green-Yellow  Friends’ Reaction: A noticeable step up from Green warm and fuzzies. Transitioning from cute to slightly attractive. Acceptable crush material. “Kissing.”  My Reaction: A good dance song. Inspirational nature photos. Stuff that makes me laugh. Pairing: Madison and Allen from splash Yellow  Friends’ Reaction: Something that makes you super happy but you don’t know why. “Really pretty, but not too pretty.” Acceptable dating material. People you’d want to “bang on sight.”  My Reaction: Love songs for sure! Cookies for some reason or a really good meal. Makes me feel like it’s possible to hold sunshine, I think. Character: Maxon from the selection series. Music: Carly Rae Jepsen Yellow-Orange  Friends’ Reaction: (When asked for non-sexual examples, no one had an answer. From an objective perspective, *pushes up glasses* this is the breaking point. Answers definitely skew toward romantic or sexual after this.)  My Reaction: Something that really gets me in my feels. Also art – oil paintings of landscapes in particular. (What is with me and scenery? Maybe I should take an art class) Character: Dean Winchester. Model: Liu Wren. Orange  Friends’ Reaction: “So pretty it makes you jealous. Or gay.”  “Definitely agree about the gay part. No homo, though. There’s just some really hot dudes out there.”(Feenie’s side-eye was so intense while the others were answering this part LOLOLOLOLOL.) A really good first date with someone you’d want to see again.  My Reaction: People I would consider very beautiful. A near-perfect season finale. I’ve also cried at this level, which was interesting. o Possible tie-in to romantic feels? Not sure yet. Orange-Red  Friends’ Reaction: “When lust and love collide.” “That Japanese saying ‘koi no yokan.’ It’s kind of like love at first sight but not really. You meet someone and you know you two have a future, like someday you’ll fall in love. Just not right now.” (<-- I like this answer best, yes.) “If I really, really like a girl and I’m interested in her as a person, guess. I’d be cool if she liked the same games as me so we could play together.”  My Reaction: Something that gives me chills or has that time-stopping factor. Lots of staring. An extremely well-decorated room. Singers who have really good voices and can hit and hold superb high notes, like Whitney Houston. Model: Jasmine Tooke. Paring: Abbie and Ichabod from Sleepy Hollow o Romantic thoughts? Someday my prince (or princess, because who am I kidding?) will come? Red (aka the most controversial code)  Friends’ Reaction: “Panty-dropping levels” (<-- wtf Casey???).  “Naked girls.” ”Ryan. And ripped dudes who like to cook topless.”  “K-pop and anime girls.” (<-- Dear. God. The whole table went silent after he said that. Jocelyn was SO UNCOMFORTABLE but tried to hide it OMG it was bad. Fennie literally tried to slap some sense into him.)  My Reaction: Uncontrollable staring. Urge to touch is strong, which I must fight because not everyone is cool with that. There may even be slack-jawed drooling involved. I think that’s what would happen. I’ve never seen or experienced anything that I would give Red to.

I cover her with myself. See, if I have no body, I can be any shape I want. I can take up any amount of space I choose. I can be a blanket. Drape myself over her like a down comforter. I can pour myself over her head like water. I can shine on her like light, bathe her with myself until she feels something resembling warmth again. Don’t believe it entirely, Mom, I say.

That’s the thing about this other side we’re on. There is no landscape. If you want to see things in any kind of context, you have to pick a context. You have to take one from home.

It seems important,” she says. “It just doesn’t seem wrong.

This is one of the advantages of dying young. Everybody you left behind will need your help

She was also close to the other side. Maybe even close enough to see things most people can’t.

That gold star in the window. The symbol for a lost son. It broke you down.

Life is a constant balancing act, and keeping your balance is not always possible. The better you prepare yourself, the better your chances of regaining your balance when you lose it.” — Princess Alina to her son Ryan, the heir apparent to the crown of the Kingdom of Wisdom

On Papua, actually, after you were gone. At least, that’s the first that I know for sure I killed. That I saw. I watched his eyes while he was dying. Then I almost turned the gun on myself.

He feels a seizing in his chest, a familiar searing pain. He tries to breathe around it, but it’s too big. It radiates along his left arm, folds him in half, like he’s a piece of trash too big for disposal.

Everybody is careful these days to maintain just the right attitude toward the war effort.

It’s like a sheet of blue-lined paper, the kind you write on at school, but with the lines suddenly missing. No structure. Nothing is predictable. Everything that might happen now is new. Sometimes disasters make me feel that way.

Like Drums Across the River, Bad Day at Black Rock (January 7, 1955), is a revisionist work—this time examining the seamy side, the racism and thuggery—of postwar America. Brennan, looking much slimmer than in his previous pictures, plays a western town’s veterinarian and mortician. This taut drama, featuring menacing performances by a trio of villains (Robert Ryan, Ernest Borgnine, and Lee Marvin), ultimately centers on Brennan’s character (Doc Velle), who collaborates with John J. Macreedy (Spencer Tracy) to uncover the truth about Komoko, a Japanese American settler killed during the war. Doc Velle, like the rest of the town, has been cowed by the xenophobic Robert Ryan-led conspiracy to thwart and ultimately murder Macreedy after he refuses to relinquish his quest for the truth—even though he is outnumbered and apparently incapacitated because of a paralyzed arm (presumably a war wound). Brennan’s Velle is no hero, but he is a man who can no longer abide his association with evil—any more than can Tim Horn (Dean Jagger), the town’s sheriff. Shorn of his sidekick status and of any mannerism reminiscent of his more comic roles, Brennan emerges as the common man’s powerful and utterly believable voice of conscience.

The most difficult part in executing a successful breakout is handling pressure from the opposition and completing a good first pass.

Catherine Ryan Hyde is the author of 20 published and forthcoming books. Her newer novels include When I Found You, Second Hand Heart, Don’t Let Me Go, and When You Were Older. New Kindle editions of her earlier titles Funerals for Horses, Earthquake Weather and Other Stories, Electric God, and Walter’s Purple Heart are now available. Her newest ebook title is The Long Steep Path: Everyday Inspiration from the Author of PAY IT FORWARD, her first book-length creative nonfiction. Forthcoming frontlist titles are Walk Me Home and Where We Belong.

I love my brother Robbie, but not enough to save him. I love my sister Katie, but I've learned to do it from a distance. This is how we grow. Have you noticed that? This is what we call loving each other. No wonder we have wars.

Keep reading.” “Services, donations. Detective Kirkhalter leaves a wife, the former Sandra Wyzeck, and a son—” “There you go,” Banning interrupted. Lily stopped. Stared at the screen. “Walter Banning Kirkhalter Jr.” She read the name, then looked at Banning. Then back at the screen. “You’re kidding me.” “Nope. Yup.” Banning looked almost sheepish. “You can still call me Banning. My mother did, though it’s really my middle name. To her, the only Walt was my dad. I was still a part-time student at the time he was a Berwick town cop.” Lily pursed her lips, trying to calculate. “Are you saying—you were at Berwick College?” Lily waved his statement out the car window. “Come on.

If someone had never seen an episode of Star Trek before, having them watch only “Let That Be Your Last Battlefield” or “Day of the Dove” could convince them that this show was just a series of heavy-handed old-timey after-school specials written by white people on drugs. Which, through a certain microscope, is exactly what ’60s Star Trek was. But the power of classic Trek’s diversity politics can be easily misunderstood if you try to pick out one great episode. Takei felt it was all about metaphors, but Walter Koenig thinks the representation itself was more impactful than specific plotlines.

William Ryan and Walter Pitman, authors of Noah’s Flood: The New Scientific Discoveries About the Event That Changed History, had spent a half decade using core samples to try to prove that the Black Sea region had undergone a massive flood, which they believed to be the historical origin of the tale of Noah’s ark. The idea of a massive flood wasn’t unique to the Bible, they pointed out. The Epic of Gilgamesh, written in the 18th century B.C., also described a flood that wiped out nearly all living things. The Bible even suggested the location for the flood, stating that the ark ultimately rested on the slopes of Mount Ararat, in northern Turkey, less than 200 miles from the shores of the Black Sea.

God is not Tinkerbell. He does what he does whether you clap your hands or hide behind the comfort of your disbelief. Besides, you know all this. You just forgot.

Potatoes came to Europe from the New World in the early sixteenth century. Sir Francis Drake is thought to have introduced the potato to England, and shortly afterward Sir Walter Raleigh tried planting them on his Irish estates.

See, this is the other reason for my depression, how before this whole thing came down I’d shot two Jap boys in the back. And it’s funny how it won’t sit with me, considering that’s what we came over here to do. It was the first time I’d ever actually killed somebody. And it wasn’t supposed to matter because it was them, but I kept thinking, Don’t Japanese mommas cry if their boys don’t come home? It’s one of those things you figure will be okay, and then it happens. Nobody really prepares you for when it happens. How can they? I guess.

There comes an age when you answer a call that has nothing to do with the family that raised you. You grow up over their heads, beyond their reach. They’ll hate you for it, but this is the natural order of things.

So, who’s stronger, the man who looks truth in the eye, or the man who tells himself lies to make it go away?

You’re not using your head, dear,” she says. “No, of course I’m not,” he says. “I’m using my heart.

I’m just floating along in this state of elation because all of life’s normal responsibilities and irritations are gone. It’s like a sheet of blue-lined paper, the kind you write on at school, but with the lines suddenly missing. No structure. Nothing is predictable. Everything that might happen now is new.

looking back, every moment feels equally important. Now the most tedious and uneventful day I ever spent feels like a gift. Now I’m holding those moments like a heaping double handful of pearls, and at the same time I’m admiring their beauty, I have to open my hands and let them pour through.

You can always tell what someone loves, because they pay attention to it. No matter what you say you love, what you really love is what you put the most time into.

Things don’t wait for you to believe them. They happen. God is not Tinkerbell. He does what he does whether you clap your hands or hide behind the comfort of your disbelief. Besides, you know all this. You just forgot.

There are only just so many times you can look at something before you no longer see it.

Any decent man has to feel something for a woman who dearly loves him. Gratitude, if he can muster nothing else.

what’s worse, if you’re expected not to show your feelings, or if you’re expected to show them so they can be disregarded?

Damn shame to have to go to heaven and tell Saint Peter you forgot to live while you had the chance.

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