Just like science, there must be other kinds of sensations which haven't yet been felt by the human heart at all.
Overflowing with the milk of human kindness, the family had invited everyone they could think of, including people they cordially disliked.
We all have control over what kind of person we are. Each word that comes out, each action that we take, defines us.
Well we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death." "I see. You tried the diplomatic approach.
Life had become some kind of profound competition, where my emotional loss was substituted by my professional success. I became a part of what they call the rat race.
It was the kind of place where hard drinkers came to wrestle their demons while fallen angels drank alone in dark smoky corners.
I don’t know the kind of person I’ll be tomorrow, but I’ll be able to look back on yesterday and ask “What was that guy’s problem?” The future is full of condescending jerks.
Everyone calls him Blockhead No one sings his praises Or takes him to heart... That is the kind of person I want to be
No, I thought. Not just Hell. Really, Heaven was just as guilty. What kind of group could advocate goodness and not allow its members to love?
A kind of annihilation, was what Serena called their coupling, and though Pemberton would never have thought to describe it that way, he knew her words had named the thing exactly.
I suck,” I said, after several minutes of uncomfortable silence into our drive. “Is that some kind of vampire joke?” Trey asked.
Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone's heart.
Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.
Mean girls go far in high school. Kind women go far in LIFE.
I had seen a different side of her, the one where she didn't feel threatened by me, and I liked that side. That side was vulnerable and happy and kind.
I’m not a carrot cake kind of guy. But so what? Don’t push your political agenda on me, pal.
She wasn’t ready for this kind of distraction he caused her. It was bad enough she found him attractive, but having a attractive man in her home was just asking for trouble.
When someone is sleep-Tweeting the sexual thoughts you’re currently having about them while you’re having sex with someone else, miles away, it’s kind of too late.
You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down
no-one would want to go through a traumatic experience but when you’ve survived something life-shattering and risen above it, you achieve a kind of serenity.
I’m beginning to feel as though we’re in some kind of cocoon, I’m just afraid as to what we are going to emerge as. Will I fly away or will he destroy me.
