Dear Lord,” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.
Don't forget what people intend to use for harm, God can use for His greater good. Let offenses slide today, and watch how God works!
Let us see rather that like Janus—or better, like Yama, the Brahmin god of death—religion has two faces, one very friendly, one very gloomy...
I will not let those, who cannot recognise how I can be of service, dissuade me from showing them how I can help.
There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
Are you ready?" Klaus asked finally. "No," Sunny answered. "Me neither," Violet said, "but if we wait until we're ready we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives, Let's go.
When it comes down to it, though, the real decision is inevitable: If one of us has to be destroyed, let's make damn sure we're the ones alive at the end.
I adore you, Emilia Ward, let me worship you and I will be your dog, your slave… anything you want. Just don’t leave me.
You can let yourself off the hook anytime you want, Liz. That's the divine contract of a little something we call free will.
You didn't have to go to the fireworks with him. Or - or let him fondle you." "Fondle?" Raisa raised her eyebrows, "When did I mention fondling?
Frequently we do not leave the past behind. We clasp on to it. We dissect it, and let fears for the future, tempered by the past, unconsciously prevent us from taking up the task eternal.
Will you marry me?”, I let my soul go… to go meet hers, through her eyes.
He may have stolen my heart or had he taken my soul? I couldn’t be sure but I refused to let him have my pride too.
For, let's face it, digression is the soul of wit. Take philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.
You really have to let me fight my own battles. You can't constantly second-guess me and try to protect me. It's stifling.
Hooters McHoulihan, let's get the fuck out of here. This G-string is so far up my ass, it's making my brain hurt," Jane grumbled
I don't know if you've ever been covered head to toe in prickle bush, but let me tell you, it's not a pleasant experience, as I'm sure you can imagine.
I’m sure you can manage from here”, and without a further word, he walked out of her room, then let himself out of her flat.
Maybe the key to moving on was distancing herself from Wes. Not all the way. Just a little bit. Enough to let someone else in.
I've never been able to grow an organ back," Lana said. "Last time I tried... Let's just hope you don't end up with whip eyes.
... my early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I've let it out...
