Ronnie snarled and Brendon roared back. Her eyes narrowed. "You roared at me?" "And I'll do it again if you can't keep your paws off my Oreos.
Come on, this is a real adventure I have here, screamed Mikolay again, this time more impatiently.I think someone is singing inside the wardrobe. Can you hear that?
Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories. I've lived my life again just telling it to you.
It was an unforgettable painting; it set a dense golden halo of light round the most trivial of moments, so that the moment, and all such moments, could never be completely trivial again.
The night of my accident, when I opened my eyes and you were there? Seeing you again, Rebecca...It was like someone let the air back into the room.
That's the beauty of the summer holidays. It's as if life is just a big Etch-a-Sketch, and once a year you get to shake it vigorously up and down and start again.
I wash the clothes, rinse them and then scrub them again. Will that square little box do that? I am not using any fancy machines when my hands will do.
I felt held hostage by her illness and by the backward mental health system that once again was incapable of helping our family in crisis.
You have to let go of those feelings, Ra. Anger, fear, regret. It’s the only way you can forgive yourself and love again.
I have decided to change something. I am thinking I may want to go by Aimee again.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 102
You are your own beginning. Every day, every hour, every minute, you start again. There is no point wishing you were someone else, you are who you are—start there.
You can't become a decent horseman until you fall off and get up again, a good number of times. There's life in a nutshell.
They could not write their names, but I can write mine, and I will again, somewhere where it will last for a long, long time. I will find Ky, and then I will find that place.
It is so easy to have our eyes opened, but then close them again, pretend it never happened, and go back to doing what has always been done.
She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said. "Yes," said Richard. "I quite like cats." Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast?
He’d given up his mortality, his soul, for this moment, this second chance, and if she fell in love with him again, he needed to know it was real.
Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic.
And there it is again, the look. There's no doubt about it, if Sylvie had a receipt, she would have taken him back by now; this one's gone wrong. It's not what I wanted.
Don't lie about it. You made a mistake. Admit it and move on. Just don't do it again. Ever
I suppose you’re young,’ she conceded, managing once again to make youth sound like impetigo
You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.
