This is Simba," Nicole said, pointing to the lion. "Is he dangerous?" Asked Chase. "Not really. He mauled a trainer, but nothing much.
If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.
The point is that although love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.
There was no one clear point of loss. It happened over and over again in a thousand small ways and the only truth there was to learn was that there was no getting used to it.
Once an athlete feels his coach does not believe in him resentment develops and everyone loses at that point.
I envisioned him tied in a chair, an iron arrow pointed at his brow. Ah, the power of positive thinking.
There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.
It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.
My point is that when you fall in love it's with a real person with flaws. Not with a perfect character from a fairy tale.
Routine is the one thing the can get you killed. It tells the enemy where you're going and when you're going to be there.
Provide me with an ink, paper, inspiration and place me on the high point on the edge with the sunset and sunrise, and I will make a masterpiece for you.
Every relationship must have a starting point so that past errors may remain in the past.
Slow down. Make a point of revisiting passages that seem especially rich, or especially confusing, or for that matter especially offensive.
What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.
Without causality in the world, there is no point in educating people, or making any moral or political appeal.
You need to know things the others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.
It was hard when I knew I was about to be flooded with memories of a life I hadn't lived yet. Really, two lives I hadn't lived yet.
One of my friends at the Compound has a photographic memory. Everything she ever sees, reads, or hears, she remembers forever in perfect detail.
You think he left a big flashing arrow pointing to a filing cabinet labeled 'Evidence Here!'? He's a Stray, Ethan, not Wile E. Coyote!
Sometimes God dillies and dallies, and sometimes he just points at you and tells you to hang up your jock.
It was all fine until the girls started drinking. (Everything is always fine up until that point.)
