I see ghosts like you see a normal person. Looking regular, tangible as ever and even more alive than most of the people you’ll see walking around the streets.
Doakes had a first name! It was Albert - had anyone ever really called him that? Unthinkable. I had assumed his name was Sergeant.
The saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand.
In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I'll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.
We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.
I never was so immensely tickled by anything I had ever said before. I actually woke up twice during the night, and laughed till the bed shook.
People don’t break up because someone’s family is a little . . . messy. If that were the case, no one would ever get married.
And they all lived happily ever after (barring death, divorce, arrest for tax fraud, that incident with the pool boy...)
Am I sure? Only as sure as I am that the reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime, can ever be the whole truth.
and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.
They served to remind Cabal - should a reminder ever be necessary - why his social skills were so poor: people were loathsome and not worth the practise.
Later, with strange galaxies turning in slow gavotte overhead, neither thought the act of love had ever been so sweet, so full
Nothing important should ever be more than two clicks away.
Wrong, asshole. Your body makes you male. Your brain and your heart—big and strong as ever—they make you a man.
The power of prayer is still the greatest ever known in this endless eternal universe.-The Watcher in The Avengers #14
There has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on--a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.
Even in forgetting there is an aspect of recollection, a faded few moments of wispy consciousness clung like webs in high-vaulted chambers, moving ever so lightly with the draft.
Could trying your hardest, but never being quite good enough ever be acceptable to anyone? Is that what your dreams are made of?
He was the hardest person to figure out I had ever met, which was saying something. I knew girls, after all....
I cannot ever imagine a time or place in which I will not love you. I am willing to do whatever it takes.
Meadow's Waltz ...the meadow had become her sanctuary of spirit offering an escape from a pain no child should ever endure foreboding clouds began...
