It’s okay to be sad when you mess up, but don’t dwell for too long. The mistake has already been made, and you can’t erase the fact that it happened. You can either learn from it or mope about it.The choice is yours, but remember, we are only h...
There are times in relationships, when we blow it. In spite of our best intentions, we wrong others. Our jealousy makes us feel inferior. Our own wounds cause us to act irrationally. Our insecurities lead us to say hurtful things. And so, we find our...
Home is where I take up such a tiny portion of the memory foam; home is a splintered word. His pillow is a sweat-stained map of an escape plot, also a map of love’s dear abandon. (When did he give way, at which breath?) Forgiveness may mean retrosp...
[last lines] [in the waiting room, Betelgeuse is sitting next to a witch doctor, who is next in line] Beetlejuice: Pardon me. Did you do that? [points to explorer with shrunken head] Beetlejuice: That's very nice work. Let me ask you something. How d...
Father Leary: Things you hear in confession these days. It's depressing. Father James Lavelle: You have to detach yourself from it. We're here to provide solace. Your personal feelings don't come into it. Father Leary: I know that. What do you take m...
[as the team prepares to leave, Miller comes stomping in] Corporal Miller: Everybody stay exactly where you are! The party's over. Somebody stepped on the cake! [opens his case] Corporal Miller: Exhibit A: a clockwork fuse. Elementary and archaic, bu...
[Last lines] Sam: What are you doing? Andrew Largeman: Remember that idea I had, about working stuff out on my own, and then finding you once I worked stuff out? Sam: The ellipsis? Andrew Largeman: Yeah, the ellipsis, it's dumb. It's dumb. It's an aw...
Grandpapa: Now what I want to talk to you two about is the trouble that you've been getting into. Boys, the Lord didn't put you here to be shooting and killing each other. It's right there in the Bible, Exodus 20:13: '"Thou shall not kill.' Caine: Gr...
I like your hair down." He twisted his fingers through the curls. My eyes drifted shut as I relaxed next to him. "It's a mess. I need to get a haircut." Hayden's fingers stilled. "No. You shouldn't cut your hair. It's beautiful." I would never cut my...
The woman stared at the ruined body. Blood dripped from her arm. A fine spray of red covered her face --must've been cast off when she slammed down the cans. She wiped her face with her left forearm and kicked the stalker's corpse with her sneakered ...
Embrace your beautiful mess of a life with your child. No matter how hard it gets, do not disengage... Do something—anything—to connect with and guide your child today. Parenting is an adventure of the greatest significance. It is your legacy." -...
I realize you're planning on fighting all the dragons single-handedly-" "I'm going to protect you from John, dammit. Show him that he can't fucking mess with you. This is about territory." Tom narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to piss a circle around...
Giving a reader a sex scene that is only half right is like giving her half of a kitten. It is not half as cute as a whole kitten; it is a bloody, godawful mess.
In biology, nothing is clear, everything is too complicated, everything is a mess, and just when you think you understand something, you peel off a layer and find deeper complications beneath. Nature is anything but simple.
No, by God, he had no intention of going on like a blind man, plodding down a path of brainless, fruitless existence until old age or accident took him. Either he found the answer or he ditched the whole mess, life included.
Real magic is the hand around the bandsaw, the thrown spark in the powder keg, the dimension-warp linking you straight into the heart of a star, the flaming sword that burns all the way down to the pommel. Sooner juggle torches in a tar pit than mess...
K.T. sighs. “If you mess with her head, I’ll personally hunt you down, but otherwise, good luck. If you can get her to talk, you’re a freaking miracle worker. Hell, if you can get her to actually smile, her parents might throw you a party.
Ted: A fucking good poem is a weapon. It's-- and not like a-- a popgun or something. - It's a bomb. It's like a bloody big bomb. Sylvia: That’s why they make children learn them in school. They don't want them messing about with them on their own. ...
According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free. God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been lef...
(scene: Rock and Vanessa are in a tree house in the Costa Rican jungle) “Placing 9mms inside a pot and securing the lid–capuchin monkeys sometimes snuck in and messed with his stuff, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally plugged by som...
I bet that guy was as obsessed with Sarah as I am with this other girl, and I bet he promised himself never to hurt her, just like I've been doin' - and look what he's done to her. He's left her a crumpled mess, lyin' on her bed all the time.
