Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.
He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.
My dear, here is lesson number one for using opportunity; waste no time on false humility. Tell the world about your achievements don't wait for someone else to do it.
I looked at him like a stranger, someone I’d never seen before, and he looked at me like I’d been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found.
You think he’s perfect and he’s safe and, in your head, he can do anything... but he can’t save you, Sara... and I can’t save you either.
We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do-we do it all the time.
I ate all of my husbands. First I ate their love, then their will, then their despair, and then I made pies of their bodies - and those bodies were so dear to me!
Dear Lord,” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.
It's awful to be rich and mind-boggingly handsome and have women fawn over you. My heart bleeds for you. Poor dear, how do you manage?
Instead of spending your dear energy on hating enemies, Utilize this energy to love your friends a little harder truly. [229] - 4 (Thoughts)
Say what you will, dear sister, we do what we do for the promise of our youth. Yet it is always they who scar beneath the points of daggers.
[...]my memory is reasonably good—unlike yours, dear sir!” “Mine is erratic,” he said imperturbably. “I remember only what interests me.
Dear Government... I'm going to have a serious talk with you if I ever find anyone to talk to.
Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!
Dear girls, I can let anyone get hurt because in my world, my safety and well-being come first.
The truth is so dear to me that if Orholam stood on one side and truth on the other, I would turn my back on my creator himself.
I renounce the higher harmony altogether. It's not worth the tears of that one tortured child who...prayed..with...unexpiated tears to 'dear,kind God!
Don't you love your mother, dear?" "I guess so. A hard, sharp, thorny kind of love that might be pity more than anything else.
Dear God, Let the anointing and the power of the Holy Spirit be mighty upon me, so I can who you want me to be.
Have peace in knowing, dear ones, that we are all composed of energy. Energy never dies. It is always changing and transforming.
Dear cat, your ears are flipped inside out, so I know you’re not listening to a word I’m not saying.
