I know, I know…there’s something cliché about that. The heroine initially wanting to clobber a protagonist male, but later realizing that he’s grown on her and she actually really likes him. Technically, I’m not supposed to find that appeali...
I had a good time that night, too," Michael said, "but I kept thinking, This is forever. This is forever. You will have this good time again and again, a million times over, until it will be like a play in which you and Laura and a few fugitive lives...
Nature is fine in love, fine as in thin and delicate, as in not firm. We move to attach, more than we understand, to things and people we love that we feel might be an anchoring point for this fine, precious love. When those anchors disappear, a part...
I feel blessed that I haven't seen or felt real pain to be immune to it. But I am dreading the time it comes. I feel blessed to have everything going fine. My parents' health is good, my brothers are well-settled, I have a great brother-in-law and my...
the secret of survival was to balance hope and despair
How starved they seemed for ordinary kindness
I collect human relationships very much the way others collect fine art.
Ci vuole sempre la disgrazia per aprire gli occhi alla gente
Jangan biarkan siapa pun memengaruhi keputusanmu. Kamu harus hidup untuk diri sendiri
Anyway, when I was a kid, I dutifully went to the Sydney Technical and Fine Arts College.
You can't do a fine thing without having seen fine examples.
Sin when you are drunk, pay the fine when you are sober.
Snuff at a wake is fine if there's noboby sneezing over the snuff box.
Then I abandoned comics for fine art because I had some romantic vision of being like Vincent Van Gogh Jr.
Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence.
What was a little dark, anyway? Just no sun, [Petra] reminded herself as her sneakers pounded toward the opening. Just dark, all three fine, she whispered to herself again and again, spinning the words outward into a mobile in her mind. They floated ...
You don't have to tell me you're fine. I'm not fine. You're not fine either. We can be honest with each other about that, can't we?' I say. The sides of her face tense as tries to stop herself from crying, but she can't. There is something about her ...
Shadow: How are the stones? Zorg: Fine... fine, just fine... I'll, I'll have the... ah... I'll have the four stones you asked for anytime now... but, but it wasn't easy. My costs... have tripled. Shadow: Money is of... no importance. I... want... the...
It is a fine thing to die for one's fatherland, but a still finer thing to live for it.
Sometimes, though, we let ourselves get so used to being 'fine' that we lose track of how 'not fine' we are.
I pretend he doesn’t exist, and he does the same with me.
