That’s the way it is with Appian; things that appear ridiculous on average just might have happened, so they cannot be entirely dismissed.
I suppose if you ten children one of them might go into government, which is the same as losing a child really.
Chief Superintendent Arnot might hold power, but Armand Gamache was the more powerful man.
When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.
Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the sacred fire.
If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.
Voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion. Remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty, and fear.
I'm going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.
Jason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo--as pale and gaunt as he looked--might be more than he could handle.
I might have been a little mesmerized for a moment as I took in the sight of her shapely backside. It was incredible. I just wanted to spank it and bite it and worship it and completely fucking defile it.
A blanket could be drenched in water, frozen, and then enjoyed like a giant cotton popsicle by prisoners of a gulag, who might consider this a tasty treat compared to what they normally eat.
A brick has no legs, so it probably slithers like a snake. Therefore, a brick might make a good pet. And at least you wouldn’t have to walk it.
When you look up/ Do you see the blue sky of what might be / Or the darkness of what will never be? / Do you see me? Kami Garcia/Margaret Stohl
...now the whole fucking world is different." "It's about to get worse," Steve said. "Then I'll call for food," Vincent said. "Mirren, this might be our last meal. Any preferences?
You didn’t tell Summer about it, did you?” “What?” Gage scoffs. “Yeah, telling your girlfriend the Angel of Death might visit her if some switch is flipped is normal pillow talk.
Even if most of the time we navigate so carefully we might as well be bombs trying not to explode, we are still always there, in each other’s paths. Just waiting for the moments we intersect.
Life is something like a doctor's prescription: taken alone, and the ingredients might kill you; but properly blended, they bring healing.
The social custom of calling on people when they are unwell has always mystified me. By definition, you’re not feeling or looking your best. Why on earth do people assume you might want visitors?
What I feel is that if one has got to have a murder actually happening in one's house, one might as well enjoy it, if you know what I mean.
As compromised as their marriage might be, part of her still believed in her vows. She loved the man he’d been, and she loved the man she knew he could be.
And into the close and mirrored catacombs of sleep We'll fall, and there in the faded light discover the bones, The dust, the bitter remains of someone who might have been Had we not taken his pla...
