What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar!
We have done the impossible. And that makes us mighty.
If I kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.
Captain, I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.
You can't take the sky from me.
Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. We live in a space ship, dear.
Mother Firefly is the kind of character I've always wanted to play. She's larger than life, terribly tragic, and capable of a lot of love.
Take my love, take my land Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me There's no place I can be Since I found Serenity But you can't take the sky from me.
Doctor, I'm taking your sister under my protection. If any thing happens to her, anything at all, I swear to you I will get very choked up. Honestly, there could be tears.
I don't think of myself as a lion. You might as well, though, I have a mighty roar.
That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.
His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.
Shiny, let's be bad guys!
Come a day there won’t be room for naughty men like us to slip about at all. This job goes south, there well may not be another. So here is us, on the raggedy edge. Don’t push me, and I won’t push you. Dong le ma?
Events are the ephemera of history; they pass across its stage like fireflies, hardly glimpsed before they settle back into darkness and as often as not into oblivion. Every event, however brief, has to be sure a contribution to make, lights up some dark corner or even some wide vista of history. Nor is it only political history which benefits most, for every historical landscape - political, economic, social, even geographical - is illumined by the intermittent flare of the event.
I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.
You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat ya with until you realize who's in ruttin' command here!
Take my love, take my land. Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me.
Half of writing history is hiding the truth.
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