The with is shorter than the without, but the with makes the without bearable, as the shadow of memory is long and bright. Let this be a lesson in love.
Almost as soon as it was lit it began to sound as though it were running down, but in fact it would continue to run down for a long time. He knew the feeling.
This little girl's grown up by now," she said. Almost. Not quite. I wish you all a long and happy life.
You can cower,” she told them in a clear voice, wrapping her long shaking fingers around the cold iron bars. “But I will stand.
Even despotism does not produce its worst effects, so long as individuality exists under it; and whatever crushes individuality is despotism, by whatever name it may be called, and whether it professes to be enforcing the will of God or the injunctio...
Freedom is indivisible; the chains on any one of my people were the chains on all of them, the chains on all of my people were the chains on me.
Dearest, the dark will take a long span. Get a lantern or torch ready in hand To lighten the right path so that we can Cautiously avoid thorns in the night. (Navigator)
I said, 'If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn't we meet them a long time ago?
Without language, one cannot talk to people and understand them; one cannot share their hopes and aspirations, grasp their history, appreciate their poetry, or savor their songs.
I suppose that I did for myself what psychoanalysts do for their patients. I expressed some very long felt and deeply felt emotion. And in expressing it I explained it and then laid it to rest.
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
The contented person finds rest in death, and for the greedy person, death puts an end to his long list of desires.
Verence would rather cut his own leg off than put a witch in prison, since it'd save trouble in the long run and probably be less painful.
Flesh is willing, but the Soul requires Sisyphean patience for its song, Time, Hippocrates remarked, is short and Art is long.
So what, you assumed you’d show up before the dance and I’d magically be ready to go? I need warning to get beautiful.
That was what his mom always said. She was probably right. Last time he talked to a werewolf, he ended up dating her.
What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me— said all at once.
Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.
In the long history of male and female relations all the way back to the Garden, I can't think of one in which a woman's anger ever won over a man.
It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own.
But in a home where grief is fresh and patience has long worn thin, making it through another day is often heroic in itself.
