...every "Good Bye" said by a true friend, shall always be followed by "Hello" and every happy end shall always be a beginning of something New and Wonderful!
I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.
Like I said, Kenzie. Everything ends. I’m not afraid to die,” you say with a wan smile. “I just hope I’m smart enough to stay dead.
But if there must be an end, let it be loud. Let it be bloody. Better to burn than to wither away in the dark.
There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.
The more closely two organisms depend upon each other the harder it becomes to tell where one organism ends and the other begins.
And every book, you find, has its own social group--friends of its own it wants to introduce you to, like a party in the library that need never, ever end.
Bravo," said Grimalkin, peering down from Cold Tom's chest. "The Winter prince and Oberon's jester agreeing on something. The world must be ending.
I was very invested in love but it was just this long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all, it's about getting off.
Truth, meanwhile, was a weapon that even a damaged fist could still grasp and wield. It was a remarkably versatile commodity; it could be traded, or help serve an end, or produce a profit.
If you're at the end of your rope . . . untie the knot in your heart.
To be the other woman is to be a season that is always about to end, when the air is flowered with jasmine and peach, and the weather day after day is flawless, and the forecast is hurricane.
[A]ny species that exempts itself from the rules of competition ends up destroying the community in order to support its own expansion.
We are always waiting, aren't we? All in a state of hesitation and held breath. Sometimes it's glorious like a storm at the end of a hot day.
Wisdom may begin in wonder, however, it inevitability ends in righteousness (Socrates)." ~R. Alan Woods [2013]
... life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it's out. Forever.
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There was a sound like a garbage bag of pudding dropped off a tall building onto a sidewalk. Robert had erupted, chunks slapping off the walls in every direction.
Welcome to freakdom, Dave. It’ll be time to start a Web site soon, where you’ll type out everything in one huge paragraph.
Sound filled the room, a crystal melody that could lift any human heart and turn away any devil. It was "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake.
Something coming back from the dead was almost always bad news. Movies taught me that. For every one Jesus you get a million zombies.
