Soeur Marie Emelie" Soeur Marie Emelie is little and very old: her eyes are onyx, and her cheeks vermilion, her apron wide and kind and cobalt blue. She comforts generations and generations of children, who are "new" at the convent school. When they ...
Sir Eustace was with Royce and Stefan looking over some maps when he was informed by the guard that the ladies were asking for him. "Is there no end to her arrogance!" Royce bit out, referring to Jenny. "She even sends her guards on errands, and what...
Trying to be white? What the hell does that mean? I've never understood that. How could anyone be white when they aren't white? Seems like a simple enough thing to prove, right? Hold out your arm next to someone else's arm and do a simple swatch test...
Any other questions?" "Just one," I say. "What color are your eyes?" I want to know what he thinks, how he sees himself - the real Ky - when he dares to look. "Blue," he says sounding surprised, "they've always been blue." "Not to me." "What do they ...
Trains are relentless things, aren't they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am talking nonsense, but you know what I mean." "Yes, yes, I know. Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a go...
Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident...
Consider again that dot [Earth]. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of ...
Mrs. Murphy: May I help you boys? Elwood: You got any white bread? Mrs. Murphy: Yes. Elwood: I'll have some toasted white bread please. Mrs. Murphy: You want butter or jam on that toast, honey? Elwood: No ma'am, dry. [Mrs. Murphy gives him a look, th...
Johanna: Talk to me some more Jacques: It's hard, you know. I don't know what else to say. You're so far away. Johanna: Tell me a story. Jacques: A story? Do you now how it is- do you know what you're supposed to do, to meet a mermaid? Johanna: No. J...
Why are you so angry?” His question surprised me, and I laughed a little. “This isn’t angry,” I smirked. “This is just me. Get used to it.
I was asleep for almost ten years. And then this big goober with all these fucking weird animals moved into my house, and I was suddenly awake.
Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.
Usually redemption implies rescue - being saved. What were you being saved from?' he inquired, his voice carefully neutral. 'Ugliness.
Just one look and then I knew that all I longed for long ago was you
There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.
I love the unabashed over-buttered, over-creamed, deep-fried, gooey, over-sugared excessiveness of Amish food,
Strangers," the Blue Man said, "are just family yo have yet to come to know.
He was a Frenchman, a melancholy-looking man. His aspect was that of one who has been looking for the leak in a gas pipe with a lighted candle.
Behind my eyelids, I saw him dancing in spirals of coloured light, emerald, blue, and brilliant purple, enfolding him like the wings of an electric angel.
You might question a winkle - a feeling that came to you right out of the blue - but you didn’t question knowing.
Your children make it impossible to regret your past. They're its finest fruits. Sometimes the only ones.
