Girls are nothing to be afraid of, no matter the kind. Boys, on the other hand.
Sometimes something happens and you find that all the people you knew are like nothing and someone you never saw before will reach out a hand to help.
They will need you to put the right books in their hands, book in which they can lose themselves and books in which they can find themselves.
I’ll carry Carrie like my hands are full of empty. But at least my heart is full. But not with love—with cholesterol.
God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.
I want you alone," he whispered, gliding a hand around her hip, "on a slow boat to China. Days together, nights... rocking on the waves.
Why was life so unfair that the one guy she felt uncontrollable chemistry with ---even when they weren't even touching ---was the only guy she had to keep her hands off?
Let most men have a finger and they will have the whole hand before you know. Let a clan cheif have a finger and he will have the entire arm.
Dearest, the dark will take a long span. Get a lantern or torch ready in hand To lighten the right path so that we can Cautiously avoid thorns in the night. (Navigator)
Dust everywhere... and out of that emerged this beautiful boy with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, holding his hand out to help me to my feet.
You're brilliant,"he says."But you're a fool to stay with someone like me." I close my eyes at the touch of his hand."Then we are both fools.
It is founded on the worst instincts of mankind. At its best, it is intolerant and bigoted. At its worst, it is sadistic and brutal. Between these two poles it has its existence.
There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has sketched.
Relationships for women are more than taking off the clothes and wearing them back. It is about attachment of emotions, and feelings, but on the other hand, men are like fast and furious.
From fire, water, the passage of time, neglectful readers, and the hand of the censor, each of my books has escaped to tell me its story.
Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.
Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it
I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.
Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one's life away.
Should I tell her of the moments of joy, the intense pleasure of holding the hand of the one you love and wishing that time would stand still?
I felt alone on the planet, drifting through the cosmos. With both hands I reached out to the night. There was no answer. Or maybe I just couldn't hear it.
