My last trip to New Orleans was for the fifth anniversary of Katrina, and I had the awesome opportunity to bring my family down. We all worked on a house together and met some of the families.
My mother and father had a terrible marriage. They celebrated their wedding anniversary one year with their friends. Why did they celebrate? Maybe because they had lasted so many years without killing each other.
A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.
If my last name were Marriagenowsky, and I met another girl with that name, guess what I’d want to do? That’s right—get divorced.
O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.
I know this happiness that I feel isn’t going to last, and I feel like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike and end my blissful night.
One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and pleasant weather.
She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath.
Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.
But you would still settle for me if I were that last, wouldn't you? Women are like that. They have to have a male.
Who, last time I'd checked, was still on our official archenemy list. (Yes, we have to keep a list. It's kind of sad.)
The novel's spirit is the spirit of complexity. . . . The novel's spirit is the spirity of continuity . . . a thing made to last, to connect the past with the future.
So long as the system of competition in the production and exchange of the means of life goes on, the degradation of the arts will go on; and if that system is to last for ever, then art is doomed, and will surely die; that is to say, civilization wi...
You ‘accidentally’ touched his bottom? Didn’t that happen when you last saw him as well? Surprising how often that seems to be a problem.
Here, then, is the last moment of true perception, a man fishing in a red jacket and a cloudy sky reflected on opaque water.
She wanted to ask him why they were all strangers who shared the same last name.
Why choose the lesser evil anyway, when the greater evil is usually higher quality and will last longer before it breaks?
Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.
I didn't care who kissed you first as long as I kissed you last." -George from If We Kiss
The last vestiges of consciousness tell her she has just witnessed her own murder, all she ever was and hoped to be is gone.
Letting go is the one last option I have and I am too stubborn to take it
