I didn't feel strong. I felt like a big ball of wuss that wanted to curl up in my bed and never get out.
Mortals have always exaggerated the difference between hate and love. Both come from the heart. You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.
He's not getting out of here again...But you don't have to go all Marquis de Sade on him either. Just kill him or let me.
You know," I said to Michael, "my girlfriend took him down with a broken tree branch." "Too bad she isn't here," he said.
Be careful what you get good at doin', cuz you'll be doin' it for the rest of your life.
Yes, he said, taking her hand. And now I think I finally understand that old expression - a sight for sore eyes.
Perhaps once one realised how deeply one could bond with a creature as foreign as a dragon, all forms of human love seemed more acceptable.
Even a foolish old woman like me knows that lazy people don't think for themselves; they only think about themselves.
Very possibly this was the night my white-knight complex, as Solange put it, would get me killed. Someone had better write a poem about it. It was only fair.
...think of the solution, not the problem. If your mind was filled only with thoughts of why you were going to lose, then you couldn't think of how to win.
Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.
You wouldn't think you could kill an ocean, would you? But we'll do it one day. That's how negligent we are.
I feel that the essence of dance is the expression of man--the landscape of his soul. I hope that every dance I do reveals something of myself or some wonderful thing a human can be.
You can be Eastern or Burmese or what have you, but the function of the body and the awareness of the body results in dance and you become a dancer, not just a human being.
At the time I started in ballet they were dancing 'The Spirit of Champagne' on pointe, in Paris. I thought, 'I don't want to dance the spirit of champagne, I want to drink it!
The morning was brisk and the coffee was hot and roasted with little gurgles in the room. Rosie hadn’t moved, but she let out a tiny snore every now and again that made everything perfect.
He had waited until I had my door open, then driven away. The perfect gentleman. Sort of like Dracula just before he drank your blood.
Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.
Sometimes it would be nice not to have to do my best. Sometimes it would just be nice not to have a crisis to deal with. - Anita Blake
You've asked me out tons of times." "Not really. I've made inappropriate suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date.
We can retreat and retreat and let ourselves get backed into corners forever. Or we can go out and meet the enemy at the time and place we choose. Not them.
