As you near a finish line, do not slow down. Instead, run faster. Give all you have left until it is done. It is then that you may collapse.
Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.
As is often the case, the sole person not left speechless in awe by my brilliance is my own beloved wife.
I think at first I wanted to kill all of them. Everyone. Because if there were no people left alive, then I’d never have to love one of them again.
It was a fantastic feeling, but it left me restless because the most important thing in it was the longing, for what was going to be, not for what I did or had done.
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted with mutual love, there is no difference between sweet submission and exquisite conquest.
Life comes at you hard and fast, it doesn’t slow for anybody. It weathers you, destroys you. It breaks down your mind, body, and soul until there’s nothing left. Then what?
He once told me that an August evening was "as hot as three toads in a Cuisinart," a comparison that left me blinking two days later.
She looked herself in the eyes and saw that there was nothing left. No sense. It must have gone through that hole in her chest along with everything else.
We had some good times at school. I didn't know how good those times was till I left, but I guess that's the way of it
Somehow, the pain and rage and confusion of the past eighteen years dissolves until all that is left is this one perfect moment; unscripted, unedited, it's ours and ours alone.
; grief and disappointment can takes one's faith away so easily that you might wake one morning and have none left.
...People - the ones who are left behind - desire answers. Even when we are advised from beyond the grave not to pursue them.
Science, where would scientists be without it? They’d probably still be in my basement, where I left them a few minutes ago.
After the leave-taking, there is the leaving. And once you have left, you discover the ten thousand things that you still carry - memories of touch, scent and sight.
You meet someone who changes your world and when they leave you’re left as a stranger in the world. You don’t even know yourself. - Keaira
I longed to teach, but I had to wait until the desire had left me before I could really do so.
I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.
That's what any committed patriot would do: Fight to the last. Defeat your enemy at any cost; then hope you have enough left to rebuild.
An unfinished book. left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will and ruthless determination to tame it again.
We are flawed creatures, all of us. Some of us think that means we should fix our flaws. But get rid of my flaws and there would be no one left.
