The advantage of living is not measured by length, but by use; some men have lived long, and lived little; attend to it while you are in it. It lies in your will, not in the number of years, for you to have lived enough.
Where are you from? New York?" "Weird you picked up on that," she said, "I've been gone from there for so long." Like a couple of decades could dilute that accent.
And then I was crying too, crying with Danny, silently, for his pain and for the years of his suffering, knowing that I loved him, and not knowing whether I hated or loved the long, anguished years of his life.
There are days I long to disappear in the wild, go back to the predator life I was meant to have. Kill the prey or be killed: it’s in my genes. A chimera, that's what I am. And this is my story.
And why is it that so many years later it is so easy to distinguish the bullies from their prey? Adult bodies surrounding the children of long ago. The years have changed nothing.
First time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man
Sometimes when you least expect it, the tables turn and that scary feeling that has taken hold of you for so long somehow turns into hope
IN OUR CELLS They keep us in our cells For a long time... And, if we get out, We lug them with us on our shoulders, Like a porter with a chest of goods.
Rhysand stared at me for long enouth that I faced him. "Be glad of your humam heart, Freyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.
What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?—I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can...
My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain...There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness o...
What if it's the there and not the here that I long for? The wander and not the wait, the magic in the lost feet stumbling down the faraway street and the way the moon never hangs quite the same.
I am dwelling on things I love, even if a measure of tragedy is stitched into everything, if you follow the thread long enough
It was a well-known fact that keeping track of time was not Parry Pretty's forte...If time were Parry's pet, it would have died tied to a tree somewhere out back long ago.
He hated to think of his own life stretching ahead of him that way, a long succession of days and nights that were fine - not good, not bad, not great, not lousy, not exciting, not anything.
In my experience ideology is a lot like religion; it's a belief system and most people cling to it long after it becomes clear that their ideology doesn't describe the real world.
Pick the axe; chop off the anger; burn the pieces and bury the ashes. Anger kills before it is noticed. It travels faster to the destination to destroy long before conscience arrives to regret it!
Stay strong; disappointments will not stay for that long. Wipe away your tears; be ready to receive cheers from people all over the world, beginning from you!
Give chance to your wheels to turn with their maximum potentials as long as your passion fuels your life. Don’t give up; you are about to make an overturn!
You are likely to fall when you stop paddling your bicycle. Such is life. As long as you don’t give up, you will never end up failing!
Stop punishing yourself for things not accomplish yet in life. As long as there is life, there is hope. It is important for you to value who you are by the grace of God. Now, get set to improve that value!
