But I want to assure you, if it’s your last day on earth, even after 2,000 years, I strongly suggest you go for the Versace leaf halter dress.
The thing about our choices is that after we have made them, they turn around and make us.
After all, trust is greater than love, and to truly trust another human-being is rare. Love can exist without trust, but trust cannot exist without love.
After a kiss like that, he should know I’m the one. He should be down on his knees begging me to marry him and have his little Hottie babies.
The Devil can quote scripture, after all. And monsters can say "please" and "thank you" same as any mother's son.
I feel like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!
Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man has ever dreamed of before – without being burned alive for it.
Rather than the strength it takes to not lose, it's the strength to stand back up after a loss that is sometimes more valuable.
After the bitching I'd done to Abe about going to remote, crappy places, I should have been excited about the prospect of going to Sin City.
Before I met you, my life ran on sheer amusement. After I met you, my life ran on sheer compassion.
I hadn't been "possessed", after all. Not by an angel or a demon. Maybe there were aspects of both inside me, but was the one who chose which to let out.
The trouble is Indians aren't used to being prosperous. We are more comfortable dealing with poverty- after all, poverty has been the staple here, and has been for many centuries.
Everyone makes mistakes. If everyone fell into the sand after making a mistake we would never get anywhere. We'd all be washed away in the sea, lost forever. Do you understand?
You will not be the same after the storms of life; you will be stronger, wiser and more alive than ever before!
You will be a different person after the storm, because the storm will heal you from your perfection.
Truth was she liked that he came after her. She liked the thought of being under submission to him in an intimate way. It was a welcome desire which Wharick alone sparked.
After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share?
What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
Though the funny thing about never being asked for anything is that after a while you start to feel like maybe you don’t have anything worth giving.
It was no joy waking up after a dream about that man. He left a taste of thunder in my mouth.
Was he, after all, really a bad man doing a brilliant impersonation of an idiot? It was hard to tell. The connections between stupidity and malice were so tangled and so dense.
