The minute you get a religion you stop thinking. Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.
Letters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions and she was clearly putting far too much time and energy into them.
A century ago, life screwed that poor man and me because we were too young, and now they want to do the same thing because we are too old.
And another way of explaining it is to say that shit happens, and there's no space too small, too dark and airless and fucking hopeless, for people to crawl into.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
A woman does not marry with a man for his wealth, unless he is too rich and a man does not marry with a girl for her beauty, unless she is too beautiful.
You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.
We do not, after all, deal in truths, only potentialities. Too much truth can be worse than death, and last longer.
Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.
My life story is too long to tweet. Too long by two characters—and by characters I don’t mean Dora J. Arod and Dark Jar Tin Zoo.
I had an unconventional birth. I popped out of a vending machine, precisely like books don’t. But you shouldn’t read too much into it.
Blood looks like red wine, but doesn’t go as well with cheese. And too much is spilled in war. No wine should ever be spilled on a battlefield.
I'm no optimist", she said as she opened the cabinet door. " I'm just a realist who smiles too much.
People say the sun is too bright. I say the sun is too silent. And that’s saying something, considering I’m a Helen Keller fan.
She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.
Perhaps you forgave him too much, but who among us would not wish to be so generously loved and generously forgiven?
The point is not that this world is too sad to love or too glad not to love; the point is that when you do love a thing, its gladness is a reason for loving it, and its sadness a reason for loving it more.
It is better to believe in men too rashly, and regret, than believe too meanly. Men could be more than they are, if they would try for it. He has shown them that.
...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.
Some women are just better at knowing what they want, which saves them the trouble of wasting too much time on the wrong guy.
It was like making a blunder at a party; there was nothing to do about it, it was dreadfully mortifying, but it showed a lack of sense to ascribe too much importance to it.
