You'd challenge me and lose. You know it, I know it, but you'd still do it. Sometimes your sense of honor confuses the hell out of me.
Children know by instinct that hell is an absence of love, and they can pick out theirs without missing.
The point is valid: the difference between survival and wipe-out in a physical crisis is nearly always a matter of conditioned reflexes.
He said that if I ever hurt you, he'd find me and kill me. I told him that if I ever hurt you, I'd want him to." - Aiden MacRae
Why the hell didn't faerie food come with a warning written in bold letters: MADE IN LA LA LAND. EATING WILL OPEN YOU UP TO FAERIE ATTACKS.
Your pupils are dilated. Does that mean you want to fuck me or eat me? Because I might have a problem with one of those. -Dex to Sloane
A lot of men tend to want "models" I tell men, unless they look like a model themselves, they can't expect to land one.
There was an art to living, and sometimes it required the inexorable, relentless resolve just to keep plowing forward, one step at a time, no matter what the hell it was you were doing.
Abolishers of the soul (materialists) are necessarily abolishers of hell, they, certainly, are interested. At all events, they are people who fear to live again--lazy people.
I thought she wanted out. We should've brought cuffs and a gag." Clare frowned. "What's wrong with you, Blake? This is a rescue mission, not a kidnapping.
We're close. I can smell their faint scent," Blake whispered. Kieran snorted. "That makes one of us. All I smell is dog shit.
How the Hell is it we go to pick up Jenna Jameson and end up with the fucking chick from those Kill Bill movies?
Oh, if only I could hurt with such misery once again, to feel the powers of love here inside my heart, the joys of heaven and the pains of hell!
An orphans curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! How more horrible that that Is the curse in a dead man’s eye!
Living is hard--dying is easy. You close your eyes and never open them again. What's so difficult about that? Nothing really--except it hurts like hell to those you leave behind.
Howling duststorms of nuclear ashes. Human and animal bone powder. Flakes and fragments of the destroyed world. Filthy tempests of death. I am in Hell, he said.
Driving is boring," Rabbit pontificates, "but it's what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering why the hell you went.
To live the life the gods have given you, you must clutch wisely, then run. Run like the houds of hell on a sinner's scent!
God, in his infinite wisdom, hid Hell in the middle of Paradise, to keep us on our toes.
If we had more sleepless nights in prayer, there would be fewer souls to have a sleepless eternal night in hell.
The day he moved out was terrible – That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn’t a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well.
