I will always buy extra yarn. I will not try to tempt fate.
Sweet talk's like salt. You can add some later, if need be, but if you pour out too much, you can't sift it out again.
She is a loner, too bright for the slutty girls and too savage for the bright girls, haunting the edges and corners of the school like a sullen disillusioned ghost
It had been too much for Edith to take and she had gone to her room so that her nieces wouldn't see her cry anymore.
But I know that I'm not who I was supposed to be. Who I could have been. And I know it's because I was too afraid for too long.
She almost never said his name. Because it made the dreams too real. Because it made the loneliness too tangible when she woke up.
While I'm fine with you two dating and being happy, please try not to break his heart too much when the time comes.
On a scale ranging from very little to too much, Merkin could just about categorize the amount of personal data stored in Master Loo’s computer as a shitload.
I think love and hate intertwine far too much for humanity's own good, yet we choose to compare them like vinegar and water.
Brother Preptil, the master of the music, had described Brutha's voice as putting him in mind of a disappointed vulture arriving too late at the dead donkey.
You humans always try to make things too simple, except when you’re trying to make things too complicated. You can never just be with what is.
The needs are too great, and there are too few of us. We have a duty, a responsibility to help others. It’s not all about fun. It’s not always easy.
Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.
The new race of warriors would be their hope, their salvation, their loves' destiny. But they too could be tainted. They too could be seduced by the black forces they had been created to fight against.
War had the effect of encouraging people to try to stay alive. Poverty, too. Survival was simply too hard-won to be given up lightly.
I'm too much old-timer to be rude to a woman no matter what - they have so much of what we have none of.
She discovered, when it was too late, that she had mistaken the means for the end—that riches, rightly used, are instruments of happiness, but are not in themselves happiness.
If I were being honest with myself, he lit a blaze, not just a blush, but that’s too much reality for me to admit.
Lean on me,” someone says in Jane Austen to a woman he scarcely knows, and there’s no question but that she will, that she takes it for granted.
Just because women can bear children doesn't mean they're unable to harbour the same sort of career ambitions as a man.
I dare say there's many a woman makes as sad a mistake as I have done, and only finds it out too late.
