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I went from 198 pounds to 109 while I was in prison in France, and I had to tie my clothes on with rope.
Stay triumphant, keep on living. Stay on your toes, get off the ropes. Don't let 'em ever count you out.
I rope steers in team roping events. There's a header and a heeler on a roping team, and I'm the heeler.
I shall cling to the rope God has thrown me in Jesus Christ, even if my numb hands can no longer feel it.
When the mighty chains of darkness had me on the ropes, everyone said quit now, that's when I found hope.
A book is like a piece of rope; it takes on meaning only in connection with the things it holds together.
Most songs that aren't jump-rope songs, or lullabies, are cautionary tales or goodbye songs and road songs.
Support by United States rulers is rather in the nature of the support that the rope gives to a hanged man.
If you are in a deep dark well with no rope to climb, hold on to the hope, because it is also a strong rope!
I admire him, I frankly confess it; and when his time is come I shall buy a piece of the rope for a keepsake.
When it comes to hang the capitalists they will compete with each other to sell us the rope at a lower price.
Once or twice a week, I try to do some kind of boxing. I'm hitting the bags and jumping rope - all that stuff.
Chemists employed by the police can do remarkable things with blood. They can weave it into a rope to hang a man.
Niggers was the ones on the rope, hanging off the thing. Niggas is the ones with gold ropes,hanging out at clubs.
Folks, I mean to keep my word. And if I don't, I'll give you my address and some rope. That's real accountability.
There are two sides of the Velvet Rope. Those who want to be on the other side and those who are on the other side.
No prison can hold me; no hand or leg irons or steel locks can shackle me. No ropes or chains can keep me from my freedom.
I hope no one asks me to show them the ropes; I have no idea where they are. Maybe I could pull some strings and find out.
A man is like a rope: both break at a definite strain....The solution is not splicing the rope; it's lessening the tension.
Had an audition for a pilot today, but realized I could save gas and help the environment by pissing up a rope here at home!
Sometimes a poem should just be about a girl jumping rope. It doesn't have to be something that is imbued with more despair.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
I embraced loneliness as a kid. I know what loneliness is. When you're at the end of your rope. I never forget those feelings.
My brother and I like to swim. We've been doing that our whole lives. Swimming and jump rope are two of the main things we do.
I like to jump some rope and swing kettle bells to get my blood pumping. It makes my voice sound better, and it clears my head.
What I dislike about going to the club is if you're not behind that red rope, you feel you're missing something special going on.
To win the Royal Rumble, you don't want to go over the top rope, obviously. But game-play-wise, hopefully you draw a later number.
Everyone wants to get behind the red rope, but actually: be yourself, don't believe what you see, don't believe all this marketing.
The law is like rope...useful, necessary, strong, but it can be bent and twisted into all kinds of shapes depending on the occasion.
First, when I was 12, I saw a Spanish girl jumping rope. I never saw her face, but it was still the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.
I tied down time with a rope but it came back. Then I put my head in a death bowl and my eyes shut up like clams. They didn't come back.
Every bit as visceral and hypnotic as its award-winning predecessor, On the Ropes is a tour-de-force of fluid, yet detailed storytelling.
As a piece of rope, when burnt, retains its form, but cannot serve to bind, so is the ego which is burnt by the fire of supreme Knowledge.
There are slavish souls who carry their appreciation for favors done them so far that they strangle themselves with the rope of gratitude.
I've always been, like a lot of people, driven by fear. Always focusing on the fire on the rope, as opposed to what the rope is coming from.
On one level the sixties revolt was an impressive illustration of Lenin's remark that the capitalist will sell you the rope to hang him with.
At one point, I remember throwing Jerry Lawler so hard that he didn't touch either rope. He just went straight through and hit the barricade.
We used to tie a skipping rope to a pitchfork and try to spear big carp. We never got one. My kids love that story, very 'Lord of the Flies.'
I'd go to Coney Island to hang out, and I saw a magician doing a rope trick on the boardwalk. I was fascinated. I guess that's how it started.
You only get one chance to make the first impression. And I made the biggest first impression ever by throwing the Big Show over the top rope.
Well, I thought to myself if Rey Mysterio could do it, why can I do it? So I always took up his style, even as far as hitting the second rope.
Our ignorance allowed us to live, as you are in the mountains, and your rope is frayed and about to break, but you don't know it and feel safe.
I was probably about 13 or 14. I got pulled from a rope swing and some boy kicked me in the head and fractured my skull. It was a horrible time.
The moonsault - I climb to the top rope and back flip onto my opponent. It's very effective but can be risky if my opponent moves out of the way.
Each firm held its rope; one by one, they realized that no matter how strongly they pulled, the balloon would eventually lift them off their feet.
In a situation like the Rumble, I'm looking around constantly and keeping my back against a rope as much as possible so I can see what's going on.
He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.
When I went to school, they told me literature was a rope I must use to climb out of the dark well of unknowing. Writers are the knots on the rope.
What use is it to endure the Dutch Rubs and Indian Rope Burns that are politics if you can't obtain mastery over people and give them noogies back?
Loss is the absence of something we were once attached to. Grief is the rope burns left behind, when that which is held is pulled beyond our grasp.