She actually isn't so bad, now that I'm getting to know her. She's just a little messy on the outside. But aren't we all?
Too much mystery is merely an annoyance. Too much adventure is exhausting. And a little terror goes a long way.
Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?" "Sometimes, when it's very quiet and no one else can see.
The intellect seeks to throw its own interpretation of the real over reality, and in so doing carves the world up into artificial little cubes.
There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.
They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.
As long as you set yourself up as a little god to which you must be loyal there will be those who will delight to offer affront to your idol.
Dynasties rise and fall according to what the Chinese used to call ‘the mandate of heaven’, but life for the peasant changes little.
The many are more incorruptible than the few; they are like the greater quantity of water which is less easily corrupted than a little.
A wise system of education will at least teach us how little man yet knows, how much he has still to learn.
First you're going to get your sweet little ass down from there and bend over the counter while I show you who the fuck is boss around here.
Alas! with all her reasoning, she found, that to retentive feelings eight years may be little more than nothing.
She had fire dancing in her eyes as she assaulted him with her serpent's tongue. Tonight she was not his wife but his little sister.
All we can do now is hope.’ I nodded, fighting back the tears. Tired of that word that asked so much, and gave so little in return.
AHA!" interrupted Officer Shrift, making another note in his little book. "Just as I thought: boys are the cause of everything.
Better would be good. Because if she felt a little less like she’d been run over by a truck, she could jump on Dr. Hottie.
That's the problem with being born in New York, the old newsman observed a little sadly. You've got no New York to run away to.
Because he had nothing to hide, he did perhaps appear to have forfeited a little of his strength. But that is the irony of honesty.
Everyone's life is a mess. We all make mistakes . . . and not just little slip-ups. Major mistakes that hurt us and other people.
Fear is healthy. I wish it came in a pill. I'd bottle it up and sell it to little children and the elderly.
for those memories are now just like these little kittens I hold in my hands those can be kissed and treasured but not held too tightly.
