Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

I stopped dating for six months a year ago. Dating requires a lot of energy and focus.

If only media people would stop reaching for the low-hanging fruit which is cynicism and pessimism and stopped trying so hard to be hip and cool and have a swagger.

I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp into the water and I did go part way but I stopped. I went again and stopped. I then got out of the car and stood by the car a nervous wreck.

Obviously the first sentiment is disappointment that we didn't get the car home and more disappointment that at the time that it stopped the car was in the lead.

Because of that I don't care when I read in the newspaper that I am colourblind. I went through a red light in my car and I stopped when I before a green light. So I must be really colourblind eh?

And we turned off and 30 miles south they're standing in the middle of our road blocking our way stopped the car got out took us through the path in the woods where the craft was on the ground.

The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images its dreams its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination Watergate Vietnam.

My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost.