Tom Farrell had always wished Hell on his boss. On New Years Eve... Hell sent someone. -Along For The Ride-
Exactly. You like me. The word you use was like. You’ll find someone better than me. Someone you’ll love and not just like.
You cannot stare evil in the face; it has no face. It has no body, no bones, no blood. Any attempt to describe it ends in glibness and self-delusion.
And besides, the thing about committing yourself to a lie is that mostly you end up in twice the trouble, 'cause truth is like a whirlwind and you can't keep it in a box.
As I look back on the time I've spent with him, loving him, learning him, I'm grateful for the moments. Because in the end, it's the moments that make life worth living...
Limitations gone: Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenity Make something for which There's no end in sight.
This place is just a trailer for a film, Brandon. Our lives here. Heaven is like the movie. Except there’s only one trailer before the movie. And the movie won’t ever end.
Ankh-Morpork had dallied with many forms of government and had ended up with that form of democracy known as One Man, One Vote. The Patrician was the Man; he had the Vote.
We are meant to love. We are meant to lose. Love is our promise of a bittersweet end, and our desperate, hopeless struggle not to hurt anyone along the way.
She discovered, when it was too late, that she had mistaken the means for the end—that riches, rightly used, are instruments of happiness, but are not in themselves happiness.
Your success is your responsibility. Take the initiative, do the work, and persist to the end.
I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.
Maybe our marriage is bound to be a fight, but it will have its compensations. Fights that end in bed have their own singular excitement, remember.
The young think that failure is the Siberian end of the line, banishment from all the living, and tend to do what I then did--which was to hide.
It's all a waste of time. Everything begins only to end. The moment you were born you began to die. That's how it is with everything. Pierre Anthon
Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself.
That's the trouble with cookbooks. Like sex education and nuclear physics, they are founded on an illusion. They bespeak order, but they end in tears.
My #love stories have happy endings, because I stop the tales before dejection, dementia, and death occur.
[T]he state should not impose a preferred way of life, but should leave its citizens as free as possible to choose their own values and ends, consistent with a similar liberty for others.
Sometimes history cleaves and for one helpless moment stands still like the pause when the ax splits a log and the two halves rest on end waiting to fall.
Life. It begins and begins and begins. An infinite number of times. It is all beginnings until the end comes. Sometimes we know it and sometimes we do not, but, at every moment, life begins again.
