Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.
You'd think getting chopped into a million pieces and cast into the darkest part of the Underworld would give him a subtle clue that nobody wanted him around.
There might be bits and pieces of us that I don't like or that drive me up the wall, but at the end of the say, it's who we are. I'm going to make the best of what we have.
I feel like a crumpled up piece of paper that has something really important written on it. But no one will ever know what that is because all they see is something that's been discarded.
The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broken into thousands of pieces
Go ahead, look at the message. You know you want to.” “No, it doesn’t matter.” “Then why do you keep staring at it like it’s the last piece of food on earth?
It should never be your job to pick up the pieces of a broken man or to housebreak one. There are far better things you can do with your time.
The way he looked me up and down made a part of me burn with desire. Fire and electricity. Flames and sparks. Needing and wanting. Tempting temptation.
A picture with one word on it is like a thousand-and-one-word piece of literature. At this rate, I should be done with my million-word novel in about 999 minutes.
It’s 3:32, and I need just one more ingredient to finish baking 3:33. Would you prefer the AM or the PM piece?
There is a master way with words which is not learned but is instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper...
It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.
After you have finished a piece of work, the work is then none of your business. Go on and do something else.
The greatest crimes in the world are not committed by people breaking the rules but by people following the rules. It's people who follow orders that drop bombs and massacre villages.
I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.
Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.
In the context of general relativity, space almost is a substance. It can bend and twist and stretch, and probably the best way to think about space is to just kind of imagine a big piece of rubber that you can pull and twist and bend.
The single best piece of advice I give to aspiring writers is to always write about things that they know. I suggest that they write about people and places and events and conflicts they are familiar with. That way their writing will be real and hope...
Of course people don't want war. Why should a poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best thing he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece?
Don't overanalyze what you see. I have a felling that you're over-thinking things. Give it some time, and the pieces of this puzzle might come together.
