[The sound of the wind] was just more proof that the workings of the world were random, that beauty, like suffering, was meaningless, that human life was as pointless as waves on sand.
Once I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They're fairy tales for grown-ups.
If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear the pain of loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater.
What's the Future? It's a blank sheet of paper, and we draw lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren't the lines we wanted.
I'll take the cemetery," Kane said. He didn't sound excited. Rather, he sounded resigned. "The club might collapse if I go.
Pin his fucking legs." "Can't. Got his arms." "Knock him out, Paris." "Sure. Want me to spew diamonds from my ass while I'm at it?
I never was so immensely tickled by anything I had ever said before. I actually woke up twice during the night, and laughed till the bed shook.
Americans refused to see accidents as accidental. They did not comprehend they while tragedy always exacts a formidable price, it rarely incurs a debt.
The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")
Am I sure? Only as sure as I am that the reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime, can ever be the whole truth.
What is life," he asked the maiden, "without love? I would rather have this one night with you than another thousand years.
How do you explain to your friend's mother why a night out with friends has left her daughter dying from an ecstasy overdose?
Halloween season. The season of the witch, so many thought. And, in legend, the night when souls could return to earth... And try to linger on. But the dead weren't really returning, the living created evil.
True wisdom gives the only possible answer at any given moment, and that night, going back to bed was the only possible answer.
They say that secrets live at the bottom of a wine bottle. Mama had made it there the night before, slow glass by slow glass, but she'd never spoken a word.
Oh, how I longed to burst through the doors and go walking through the streets, with my hands open, like weapons!
I don't know about you, but I find the idea of a school at night time - imagining the silent classrooms in total darkness and the playgrounds left lonesome and bare - creepily peculiar.
He stood between death and life as between night and morning, and thought with a soaring rapture, 'I am not afraid.
Her eyes felt swollen, and she knew she looked a mess, but sometimes...sometimes the emotions were just too big to hold.
Love has no time constraints.There is no time frame for when a person can fall in love with another,it just happens.It's spontaneous, unpredictable, it's timeless.
You come back to us or I swear, I'll find you, dig up your stinky corpse, and kick its ass until it freaking disintegrates.
