It's like all technology: either not powerful enough or too powerful. It will never do exactly what you want it to do.
He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her.
The universe had an odd sense of fairness; it took away things one did not want to give up, and then gave things one did not ask for.
On the worst days, I feel fine. On the best days, I know I am not.
Removing his helmet, Edward knelt by the stream called Swillgate, a name that effectively quenched any desire to drink from its depths.
His heart is pounding and when he kisses her it is as if the whole of Riyadh disappears – the wide sky, the hard surface of the roof, the date palms and the water wells.
Experience has tutored me well that most will lie or cheat to get the better hand. It's why I prefer solitude to social interaction. - Bethany
Cause hearts are amazing things. They get lots bigger to make room for new people to love alongside the old people you love. -Simi
How did you get in here?' (...) 'How I got here isn't important, because I could do it twenty times again, each time a different way.
The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broken into thousands of pieces
Struggle was the explanation behind all the most troubling biological mysteries: species differentiation, species extinction, and species transmutation. Struggle explained everything
My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.
Teachers loved to say people had potential; that's what teachers did to keep themselves from getting canned. What were they supposed to say-
I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.
There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.
Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.
I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.
The most powerful sex organ was the brain, you know what that means Poor Justin!
Check it out. She's scandalously popular, insanely beautiful, and obviously in the middle of some emotional shoot-out to consent to date the human Tator Tot.
You can't judge a book by its cover," he said. "No," said Watts. "But you can tell how much it's gonna cost!
The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.
