I would like to be like Rome when I am an old lady.
Sometimes, it seemed like she was trying to hide everything that was pretty about her. Like she wanted to look ugly.
The only reason I'm friends with any of you is because I outgrew the von Trapps, one annoying Austrian at a time.
Australian History: .... does not read like history, but like the most beautiful lies.
Some girls, deserves to have you treat her like a princess everyday, just like you always do to me." - Maisie Preston
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.
I feel like I'm some kind of fugitive here, like I'm hiding from something. Maybe myself.
He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself.
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...
It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.
Youth to youth, like the dragon-flies chasing each other, and love like the sun warming them through and through.
The second officer had turned fully to look down at Vincent's saws. “Those are for dissecting dwarves and children,” The Saw Man said, gravely.
I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Maybe Lewis G Carroll was on drugs too.
But it was like hiding a corpse. I’ve come to the conclusion that nothing in this world can be hidden or suppressed. All such attempts are like holding an umbrella to conceal the sun.
I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.
But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora. "Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy. ...
And when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears, but it’s as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.
And the hunger that once chewed at them like a mean dog now seems more like an annoying houseguest who simply refuses to leave.
I like the ocean,” [...] “It feels like forever and I can breathe. When I’m near the ocean, I’m free of the swamp in a way no other place allows.
