Many people and poets, especially, talk of love, without thought, without fear, without knowing, what it is, what it can make of us Love is not just grace and beauty, dandelions, a perfect song and rainbows in the sun Love is also bitter, jealous, fi...
Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?
Whatever the Clave was discussing, the Council meeting was dragging on brutally late. “But he knows New York. He doesn’t know Alicante—
Yes, I know. I know that text doesn't look like much. But... actually. First note the comma. I feel proud of his comma, and of being his comma's recipient.
No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.
I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.
...and I know -I just know- you can remind me what it feels like to have someone look at me and love me with wanting me to be something else.
Ophelia was beating some poor underling for not knowing her arse from the sparse collection of cells between her ears.
We only dream of things we know and people that we've seen... War and pain is all I know, it is all I can ever see.
I do not know your situation. But I know the easy answer is almost always the wrong one. Search your heart. Where is your fear driving you?
We all know so goddamn well what's best for other people that it seems unnecessary we get to know them before imposing our will on them.
You should open these doors with care and caution-but, first, you must know how to close them. And above all, you must know which doors should be left unopened...
Do you know what they're called? They're the Shadows That Live, Zuze. They're assassins." "Like me," said Zuzanna cheerfully.
Brenda, do you know God loves you? He really does. To Him, you're perfect, absolutely perfect. You always have been.
Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave
The beginning of wisdom, as they say. When you're seventeen you know everything. When you're twenty-seven if you still know everything you're still seventeen.
I don’t actually think “true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn’t true it can’t be love.
You don't know what would have happened if I hadn't pushed. Nobody knows. I did it the way I did it, and it worked. Above all, it worked.
I think kissing is what separates us from the animals and makes us divine.
Do you know how wizards like to be buried?" "Yes!" "Well, how?" Granny Weatherwax paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Reluctantly.
You know," she says. "You're still alive. I don't know how many different ways I can try to tell you before it finally sinks in.
