They call him Aslan in That Place," said Eustace. "What a curious name!" "Not half so curious as himself," said Eustace solemnly.
We've got facts," they say. But facts aren't everything; at least half the battle consists in how one makes use of them!
If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the "Fuck you" signs in the world. It's impossible.
There is a distressing tendency of the L&D profession to latch on to half read and barely understood concepts.
Her heart, she had discovered in the last half year, was of durable stuff. You could test its mettle with a hammer.
I'm just a wretched half-blood girl caught in a storm." Akil tasted his wine and smiled. "Muse, you are the storm.
...he was after all, a novelist...and a novelist was simply a fellow who got paid to tell lies. The bigger the lies, the better the pay.
The news that Daisy Miller was surrounded by half a dozen wonderful mustaches checked Winterbourne's impulse to go straightway to see her.
'Mallory,' he used to say, 'When a woman who can break you in half tells you that you're hers, you nod and agree.'
I hate going through this when we just found...," his voice trailed off. "Found what?" "Each other," he finished, half-smiling.
This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world.
You're like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. 'Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.' But freedom is an illusion, anyway.
...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...
You have half our gifts. I the other. Together we make a whole. Together we are much more powerful.
It's as if there is infinity between our lips and we will never actually touch. Like math, where dividing by half can last for eternity.
In the end, I sold my soul." he had said, and Abby had replied "That wasn’t the end.
Lying flat against the tile of the kitchen floor listening to someone else have sex is essentially my early twenties in a nutshell.
In this world, it's not enough to have a fine education. You need a piece of paper to prove you got it.
Everything in life had a purpose, and unless it achieved that purpose, it was just taking up space on the planet and wasting everybody's time.
Teaching is a calling too. And I've always thought that teachers in their way are holy - angels leading their flocks out of the darkness.
It's weird, marriage. It's like this license that gives a person the legal right to control their spouse / their 'other half.
