All the characters ever written are already inside you. It's just a matter of accessing them and bringing them forward. And having no fear of the dark side.
You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?
Why O why did I ever leave my hobbit-hole?" said poor Mr. Baggins, bumping up and down on Bombur's back.
Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and wish you'd just stayed in bed?
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights. You can't ever put the pieces back together after they hit home.
Ever hear of the phrase, Banging you're head on a brick wall?" Ah, but you forget, Darren, vampires can break brick walls with their heads.
To be comforted by God is a promise that few of us ever receive, because we are consumed with controlling our situations to avoid being vulnerable.
Well into adulthood, writing has never gotten easier. It still only ever begins badly, and there are no guarantees that this is not the day when the jig is finally up.
Aren't you two ever going to read Hogwarts, A History?" "What's the point?" said Ron. "You know it by heart, we can just ask you.
Don't talk to me." "Why not?" "Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret...
Our nation & our children must come to learn that nothing in life will ever be solved by violence. It will just help breed more!
But don’t ever let me hear those words leave those beautifully pink lips of yours.” He warned her playfully. “Evo’s just fine.
Tris: "I was reading." Sandry: "You're always reading. The only way people can ever talk to you is to interrupt." Tris: "Then maybe they shouldn't talk to me.
I will show her that loving her is my greatest truth, and the most beautiful thing I have ever known. ” — Gem
If you've delayed achieving your goals, have you ever asked yourself, "What's stopping you?
You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Pigeon.” “Just remember that when I take all of your money in the next poker game,” I said, pulling off my shirt.
Have you ever considered that there might be something wrong with your brain? Oh, I think there might be something wrong with everyone else’s.
God, I love you so much I won't ever try to have sex again.
I love books. I like that the moment you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting that yours will ever be.
Alcohol has its own well-know defects as a medication for depression but no one has ever suggested - ask any doctor - that it is not the most effective anti-anxiety agent yet known.
I once heard that contractions are like this: a belt around your middle that is tightened agonizingly in ever elongating instances that arrange themselves in a pattern of pain.
