Losing someone you love is harder. One minute they're there, the next they're gone. There were times I wished they would rise up from the dead.
There is something about me, doll face. It’s between my legs, and I do believe a few minutes ago you were praying to it.
Keegan had never realized how absolute silence could be in the minutes before dawn. Maybe because the expectation of battle filled the air, not even birds sang.
Ten minutes later, I chance a second look. They say curiosity killed the cat. I wonder what that cat was looking at, and was it as interesting as this?
The minute I'm in a little pain ... your rough, tough, scary bad boy image totally falls apart.
They say that a few minutes each day of petting your dog can raise your serotonin levels.
I was very happy in both my marriages. I was unfaithful and so were they, just like any other normal couple.
Listen carefully, I’m going to say three words.” “I love you?
But if we are talking in terms of making progress in life, we must understand that "good enough" is very different from "best.
You can either be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It all depends on how you view your life.
For thirty minutes I sat back and felt the glimmer of pride that historically precedes the most catastrophic falls.
Days, weeks, months, years," said the boy. "Minutes and hours and seconds. I don't know about any of those things.
Uncle Joe pulled the L.E.F. from his head and his side arm from his hip.... “We don’t have five minutes.
Often a man endures for several years, submits and suffers the cruellest punishments, and then suddenly breaks out over some minute trifle, almost nothing at all.
Being a mother was like being trapped in the first fifteen minutes of a horror film. Everything was fine, lovely. But there was this persistent sense of dread.
A blanket could be used to alter the future. But so can setting your watch ahead five minutes. Trust me, I’ve been to the future, and I was late.
My general attitude to life is to enjoy every minute of every day. I never do anything with a feeling of, 'Oh God, I've got to do this today.'
I've never been more in love with anyone nearly half my age than I am today. I'd get married in a minute if I weren't still married to somebody else.
We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was black, and such a dense black that, after some minutes, my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.
In the United States there has been a kind of a structure in the Modern art world. The New York School was nearly a coherent thing-for a minute.
Up until the last minute, it was art and drawing for me. That was the first real and natural thing I thought I was good at and loved to do. But I developed a similar kind of love for music.
