Because the perfect moment can never be improved, and should be remembered, cherished, just the way it was. Like every moment I spend in your arms.
He knew for certain that she belonged forever in his arms, just as he knew she didn’t realize it yet.
In conclusion, the arms of others either fall from your back, or they weigh you down, or they bind you fast.
Truly I am God's Beauty, His Trophy, His Outstretched Arms...I am here for His Glory and Pleasure.
I follow suit, said the lion, vacating his coat of arms and movie logos; and the eagle said, Get me off this flag.
My legs are so skinny they’re like arms on a clock. And the stars are like 1-12, if you subtract infinity from the sky first.
For it is up to you and me to take solace in nostalgia's arms and our ability to create the everlasting from fleeting moments.
As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
Kelsey laughed and the sound moved through him, made the hairs on his arms stand up, made his heart beat faster
When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn't climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.
Showing a lack of self-control is in the same vein granting authority to others: 'Perhaps I need someone else to control me.
If the entire world sought to make itself worthy of happiness rather than make itself happy, then the entire world would be happy.
Everyone judges constantly: positively judging one person is the same as negatively judging everyone else; it is to say that that person is superior in some sense.
Sometimes it takes a lowly, title-less man to humble the world. Kings, rulers, CEOs, judges, doctors, pastors, they are already expected to be greater and wiser.
He lay on the bed, freshly shaven and washed, legs crossed at the ankles and arms propped behind his head. His posture said,
I held her gaze as I held her in my arms. With all that holding I couldn’t hold on to the moment, and it slipped past me into the lonely past.
A diplomatic solution that puts significant and verifiable constraints on Iran's nuclear program represents the best and most sustainable chance to ensure that America, Israel, the entire Middle East will never be menaced by a nuclear-armed Iran.
So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms. "I'm not fallen," he said roughly. "Then what are you?" He shrugged. "Busted.
Tom watched with his arms folded as the life that had been within Kobe died out, and the fire continued.
I stepped out of the circle of his arms with reluctance and patted him on his butt. “That’ll do, donkey,” I said, in my best Scottish accent.
