Jon Gries

Jon Gries

  • Born: 1957-6-17
  • Birthplace: Glendale, California, U.S.
  • Height: 5' 11" (1.8 m)
  • Profession: actor
  • Nationality: America
  • Representative Works: Hurricane Rescue 3. Error
  • Jon Gries, male, born on June 17, 1957 in Glendale, California, USA, actor. [1] 
    Extended Reading
    • Tressa 2022-04-12 08:01:01

      Life is walking, love is spreading in the snow

      In your life,
      when you are at the end of your life, there is
      only one person to accompany you ,
      but
      this person has always lived in another world, this
      person does not understand your language
      and culture, different
      values,
      but people's purest love is forever
      ...

      Fighting for
      life, I have to...

    • Adolf 2022-04-12 08:01:01

      walk well, my brother

      Just because I personally think that Barry Pepa's performance in "25 Hours" is no less than Norton's, I searched for this film.

      Indeed, surprising. Also sad.

      The first is that Charlie, played by Barry, grew up as an arrogant, arrogant and selfish man. The director showed Corana's influence on...

    • Misty 2022-04-12 09:01:11

      This is a life redemption. A restless life, a tenacious and quiet life, the sparks from the collision are so gorgeous, like the northern lights in the sky, they are the purest praise to life. When people return to the most primitive exploration of life, everything seems superfluous. Only by walking forward can one find the hope of life.

    • Duane 2022-04-14 09:01:07

      The beauty at the end of the world is especially recommended to you, it is popular.

    The Snow Walker quotes

    • Kanaalaq: Walk well, my brother.

    • Shepherd: Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.