Thank you leaf blowers, for making me look like the world's lamest Ghostbuster. I ain't afraid of no leaves.
I like being right more than I like keeping friends. Certainly this leaves me lonely, but at least I’m always certain.
I want to leave behind me the name of a fellow who never bullied a little boy, or turned his back on a big one.
I ordered an extra large handshake to go, but I had no idea it would be so greasy—or that it would leave a stain on my crotch. Ugh, politics!
I wish I had five wives, one for each day of the workweek. This would leave me the weekends to enjoy time with my two mistresses.
I get to leave here and do what I love, whether I win or lose. And that seems to matter more than anything else.
I don’t want to hear it. Go back to Sammy and get your platter of gonorrhea with a heaping side order of chlamydia. It’s free. Please leave.
If you're strange enough, people won't notice you're kind and will leave you alone.
Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.
Love can give you such happiness, then can break the very heart it filled, leaving a hole that can never be fixed or protected by any armour.
Sometimes knowing what's right isn't a rational decision, or even what works on paper. Sometimes leaving is the best course of action after all.
Miss Runcible wore trousers and Miles touched up his eye-lashes in the dining-room of the hotel where they stopped for luncheon. So they were asked to leave.
Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date—one that you can’t see until she tells you she’s leaving, and then she’s gone.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
Do you love her?' she asked him. 'Always have,' he said. 'Then why in the world would you leave her alone?
Just saying an intention and leaving it at that will not necessarily result in an outcome, if there is a stronger, more primal belief behind the scenes.
What he wanted was Megan wanting him... but not needing him. Not vulnerable to him. Sure as help not trying to leave him over and over again... and simply failing.
I saw leaving any situation where I was treated with disrespect as evidence of my courage. I wanted my daughters to learn that lesson of worth from me.
Shivering as she gripped the handle, she looked around the cabin one last time. The uneasiness was still there. Why wouldn’t it leave her be?
It is well, I think, for us to learn to tell evil from good; but it has its price, as everything does. We leave our evil friend behind.
I’m always sad to leave Jax. So many magical moments here. Like the time I saw a rainbow give birth to a pot of gold, guarded by a dwarf in green.
