I was doing a scene in a medical tent in 18th-century battle dress, pantaloons and a ripped shirt, and the guy from the crew kept asking me if I was OK, if I was too cold. I told him, ‘Are you kidding? I’m from Wales!’
Many people say that recovery from an aneurysm is like having a layer of skin ripped off – your experience of life is more intense.
If you listen to ‘Paris,’ when I’m up on the bridge part, it literally sounds like my vocal cords are being ripped apart.
My fibula was cracked in half to where it was a clean break, and it was poking at the skin, to where it could have been a compound fracture. My Achilles tendon was crushed like a soda can, the whole top of my foot was ripped off the bone, and the ankle was lodged up into my shin, on both sides.
Under slavery, families were ripped apart, and it was a desire of black men and black women to be together with their loved ones. Family meant something. Spouses meant something.
I like either skinny jeans or the ripped, casual, super-sloppy boyfriend jeans. A lot of ripped jeans. They are so early 2000, but they are so cute, I love them. I love surfer jeans, too!
I saw this cool interview with Amy Adams from when she did ‘Enchanted’ and played a princess, and when kids came up to her with no make-up and ripped jeans on, she said, ‘I’m off duty. I’m an off-duty princess’, and I thought that was quite sweet.
I was always in trouble at school for what I was wearing; I was never made a prefect because of the way I used to dress – I ripped my tights, my skirts were too short, all sorts of things.
Personally, I don’t really have a set style or look. It’s pretty much what I feel like wearing that day, from a floral-print dress and high heels to ripped jeans and army boots.
The fact that women are constantly supposed to be beautiful, gorgeous, and perfect all the time is something they have always had to live with. But now it’s happening to men, too. There seems to be this imperative that you have to be hot or ripped or fit or healthy or whatever you want to call it.
When I was really young, I had an afro and wore pressed jeans and argyle sweaters. In my teens, I moved on to ripped Levi’s jeans, white T-shirts, and cowboy boots.
My life was ripped off!
When it kind of went to ‘Street Fighter’, where you had to push 13 buttons with all 13 of your fingers and ripped the spine out of somebody, you know, violent games lost the women. Complexity lost the casual gamer.
As a person who has spent my career as a child psychologist and have dealt with many children who have struggled with many problems in families, I have seen families ripped apart by so many things that sometimes law has tried to deal with.
I would like to be remembered as the reporter who snuck back stage to all the off-limits shows, be it the Vatican dressing room, the Pentagon war room, or the Celtics locker room. Some curtains ought never to be pulled back; others deserve to be ripped down. When appropriate, I want to be the curtain remover.
I ripped off half my hair with a waxing strip, and it didn’t grow back for, like, 5 months.
Jim Bakker ripped off the bedspread and said, my wife doesn’t make me feel like a man anymore.
If space is a fabric, then of course fabrics can have ripples, which we have now seen directly. But fabrics can also rip. Then the question is what happens when the fabric of space and time is ripped by a black hole?
Everyone is trying to make ends meet, and even if you aren’t, no one wants to get ripped off.
I’ve made money, and I’ve been ripped off. I’ve had creative freedom, and I’ve been pressured to make hits. I have dealt with diva behavior from crazy musicians, and I have seen genius records by wonderful artists get completely ignored. I love music. I always will.
You can’t let a candidate run for too long. He will be dragged along, cut apart, put back together and ripped to shreds again – from both the political opponents and the media.
Before Hurricane Katrina, I always felt like I could come back home. And home was a real place, and also it had this mythical weight for me. Because of the way that Hurricane Katrina ripped everything away, it cast that idea in doubt.
The joy had been ripped away from me, but deep down, I loved the competition floor. And I thought, ‘Gymnastics is literally the only thing I have.’
Pages: 1 2
