For certain, neither of them sees a happy Present, as the gate opens and closes, and one goes in, and the other goes away.
The only thing for it is to use men for sex and never let any of them get so close they could hurt you.
It’s less a matter of looking the other way than of closing our eyes to what we can’t stop from happening.
..., living so close to Nature that everything you do is determined by her and each passing minute is felt rather than made use of.
Problem is (follow me closely here, the science is pretty complicated), if I cut a hole in the Hab, the air won't stay inside anymore.
I had to get a close-hand view of the misery and unhappiness of a man made world, before I reached the point where I could successfully revolt against it.
... the past was what we carried with us, threaded to the future, and we decided whether to keep it close or let it go.
With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
I'm watching you, big boy, my eyes say, but his are closed so it's an optical monologue.
Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!
Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.
The presence of ghosts is only as close as your belief. The existence of aliens is only as far as your rejection.
Inside marriage, those feelings are pure. God wouldn't order us to be fruitful and multiply if He didn't want us to share intimacy. It fosters a special closeness.
It troubles him to consider the powerful currents and fine-tuning that alter fate, the close and distant influences, the accidents of character and circumstance.
When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear.
It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.
I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.
Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.
he stretched out beside her, uncomfortably close, as if they were lovers. Real lovers and not the most mismatched pair of fuck buddies ever.
You must nurture a close walk with God through prayer, because humility’s strength is grounded in God.
Want? Yes, she whispered, her eyes sliding closed. Yes I want to keep you more than I want to breathe.
