She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.
Ugly. A term she had used to describe Sal the first time she saw him. It was hard to see him that way still though, now that she knew his heart.
I am not interested in wishing hard and having the Universe provide all I need without any work on my part.
Magick need not be a crutch, but it is hard to argue that anything you lean on in lieu of building your own strength weakens resolve.
I have a very hard time getting to rage. I always assume that maybe I've done something wrong and then forgotten about it.
Well, it is in fact possible to put things behind you, Rakel. The art of dealing with ghosts is to dare to look at them long and hard until you know that is what they are. Ghosts. Lifeless, powerless ghosts.
I have noticed several times that people don't think I know how to behave even when I'm trying as hard as I can.
To be oneself, simply oneself, is so amazing and utterly unique an experience that it's hard to convince oneself so singular a thing happens to everybody.
This was not of the nature of a Christlike lesson for Owen Meany to learn, as he lay in the manger, that someone you hate can give you a hard-on.
Maybe I shouldn't trust him after all, just like he doesn't seem to trust me fully. Shit, is it always so hard to get close to someone?
There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
I didn't go there lightly. I knew even then that this was the beginning of something very hard to reverse. But I couldn't do otherwise now: I was too possessed
It's very hard to keep personal prejudice out of a thing like this. And no matter where you run into it, prejudice obscures the truth.
We work very hard to have what Buddha gave up to become enlightened. Does that mean we are benighted?
I accept the hard reality that I maybe might possibly be just the slightest tiniest littlest bit kinda sorta interested in him.
I laughed so hard I nearly spit out my hot tea. The strange part was the fact that I was drinking coffee at that moment.
A lifestyle of deception is hard to keep up if your clones aren’t willing to participate.
Most people fight with their fists. But I fight with my legs. I fight to stay, but they fight to run. Luckily for them, I don't fight very hard.
Why do you work so hard to make yourself disliked? I should think you'd find it happens enough on its own without putting yourself to any extra trouble.
A turd placed in the snow will become hard and significantly less odorous than its warm weather counterpart. This doesn’t mean that it has ceased to be a turd.
Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.
