If God closes a door AND a window, consider the fact that it might be time to build a whole new house.
; grief and disappointment can takes one's faith away so easily that you might wake one morning and have none left.
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.
A teacher had once told them that men were either beasts, gentlemen, or beasts masquerading as gentlemen. Might there be a fourth category — gentlemen masquerading as beasts?
I’d like to write gibberish in Latin, because if people aren’t going to be able to read it, they might as well not read it in a dead language.
Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.
In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.
With a grin, I told her, "I'll have more than ten minutes' notice that this battle is coming. In that way, this might be the most prepared I've ever been.
She looks like the type that might freak out. It's something in the eyes, Frannie. It says if you shoot my sacred cows, I'll shoot yours.
I realized someone else might tell you you're pretty. I'd do anything to keep you away from that person.
He's got to have the ability, and it seems to be fairly rare, to see things as they are and at the same time as they might have been. What we mean is the eye of an artist.
Living in a galaxy is like living in a neighborhood where the house down the street might have burned down four thousand years ago but you wouldn't know it for another three thousand years.
Captain Billings," he drawled finally, "if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass, don't you know.
The plum-colored night sky was shifting to pink to make room for the day, which looked as though it might turn out “glorious and whimsical,” as the Key West Citizen had promised.
Society sucks. It should not matter what others think, if we are fine with it. Still we both have to concern ourselves with what others might see and think.
I died on a bitter cold night. Beneath a black sky and a bruised winter moon, I tried to fly, hoping my arms might act as wings.
You can want and want and want, but if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red.
Please promise to take the very best care of my only girl. With so much love my heart might split in two...
Laughter feels like our flotation device -- it won't pull us out of the storm, but it might carry us through, if we can just hang on.
She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.
Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.
