I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?
And I'd be willing to bet that you were great at it, if only because you have to love something before you can hate it.
I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.
That one of history’s greatest brains struggled with amo, amas, amat should be consolation to anyone who has ever tried to learn a second language.
Livvy noted there seemed some communal feeling between the married: any wife could be faintly rude to anyone else's husband.
Life…was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.
There was nothing new in sitting on this dock, on this or that wooden bench, watching for his boat to come. In some ways, she was always waiting for him.
It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.
Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.
The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock.
Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale.
Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.
Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
The only real treasure is in your head. Memories are better than diamonds and nobody can steal them from you
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?
He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.
When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.
Quant au sang, ah, le sang, le sujet entier me fascine. En plus, j'aime ça, quand ça coule tout chaud et que je suis assoiffée. Et je le suis souvent.
Humans are moving into a new phase, one based on the knowledge that talking about their feelings has never got them anywhere.
