There is nothing more pathetically sad than a parent who teaches a child not to hit by spanking them. Well, that, and adults who think hitting someone will solve a problem.
I have seen what comes of being patient," Amanda said with a boding look. "And I have no opinion of it." "What does come of it?" Inquired Sir Gareth. "Nothing!
Sometimes you do things you regret, but there's nothing you can do about them. Times change. Doors close behind you. You move on.
I want to tell him I love him; I try to say the words I feel in my gut and my heart and every inch of me. But nothing comes out.
She looked herself in the eyes and saw that there was nothing left. No sense. It must have gone through that hole in her chest along with everything else.
Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.
Pretend to be mad and talk a lot. Then — and this is the important bit — do nothing at all until you absolutely have to and then make sure everyone dies.
Seeing a brightly-colored box, I asked, What’s that? She said nothing. So I said, “Ah, so that’s what silence looks like, huh?”
God, no. I don’t want to tame her, I want to watch her. I just want to watch her be herself – it turns me on like nothing else.
There is nothing more beautiful than someone who goes out of their way to make life beautiful for others.
He had just compunction enough for having done nothing for his sisters himself, to be exceedingly anxious that everybody else should do a great deal.
I have this strange feeling none of this is really happening. Like I'm standing far away from myself. Like nothing is real. Have you ever had a feeling like that?
Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, respect. All these things have to be earned.
We all hate pain and suffering but nothings causes humanity to progress quicker than it!
It was need, Linden. I don’t want to need anything. I can make. I can destroy. Need implies something controls me and nothing controls me.
Outside, the sun shines. Inside, there’s only darkness. The blackness is hard to describe, as it’s more than symptoms. It’s a nothing that becomes everything there is. And what one sees is only a fraction of the trauma inflicted.
I beg you to exercise wisdom and restraint and remember that not all opportunities are created equal. Some are nothing but steps leading down toward catastrophe.
A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.
For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.
There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.
If there’s one thing I have learned it’s that if you carry on as though nothing strange is happening, it usually stops being strange
