Quotes of: Parts Keyword

Shadows go in front of you, leading into your future, and trail behind you, leaving a part of you in the past. They are clearest when we are in the light, and disappear when we lose ourselves in darkness.

Illusions of Fate

They had a deal before parting ways He kept the good memories She kept the bad memories He loved her rest of his life She hated him rest of her life

I.T. Hurts

Let us at least say of religion that it means that every part of the body is infused with mind, not that the mind is overwhelmed and drowned in body. For the principal attribute of the Gods, without or within us, is mind.

The Ides of March

One day you’re a college graduate, in love with Mr. Right and looking for a job. The next day, your Rambo.” “Your timeline is off. And can we lose the Rambo part?

Immortal Revenge

Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change.

I Thought It Was Just Me: Women Reclaiming Power and Courage in a Culture of Shame

I had a dream about you last night. We were plug sockets in the bedroom. We saw only a short part of their day, but we knew everything of it.

I Had a Dream About You

Fred said, “Man, I think he’s gonna make a fuckin’ suit of human skin, using the best parts from each of us.” “Holy crap,” said John. “He’ll be gorgeous.

John Dies at the End

If someone is really close with you, your getting upset or them getting upset is okay, and they don’t change because of it. It’s just part of the relationship. It happens. You deal with it.

Just Listen

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

Kushiel's Dart

Doing mistakes is as much a part of life as avoiding them. You may not get a second chance to do the same mistake, so, go on, give it a shot.

From the Rat Race to Financial Freedom

Da una parte il cielo era tutto schiarito, e vi brillavano certe stellucce umide, sperdute nella sua grandezza, come in una sconfinata parete di metallo, da dove, sulla terra, venisse a cadere qualche misero soffio di vento.

The Ragazzi

He felt the comfort of being part of an eternal cycle symbolized by the gold strips on either side of the black mourning band he wore. Light, dark, light. The dark was just an interval.

Relentless

I hope he died of intestinal cancer in a part of the world where morphine is as of yet undiscovered.

Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons

I've always thought of wholeness and integration as necessary myths. We're fragmented beings who cement ourselves together, but there are always cracks. Living with the cracks is part of being, well, reasonably healthy

The Sorrows of an American

All we endured throughout the year was - but an integral part of our life’s learning & evolution.

The Soulful Pathway To Christmas: Soulfully Inspiring You in the Days Leading Up to Christmas and Beyond!

It was as if his song was one voice, calling out into the darkness until it was answered by another, harmonizing with its own unique voice and emotion to create something even more beautiful than the sum of its parts.

The Space Between

Where is the pain when your pride is wounded? And why do we say that: wounded? There is no gash, no blood, not even a scratch. Which part of us hurts? The brain cells? The neurons? What, for goodness' sake, what?

Sabine

I don't care if you danced naked on the roof of the Little Palace with him. I love you, Alina, even the part of you that loved him.

Shadow and Bone

The back is one of my favorite parts of a woman’s body. I love to trace and lick the shallow line of her spine, from the top and all the way down to the twin dimples at the base of her lower back.

Seducing Cinderella

William James used to preach the 'will to believe.' For my part, I should wish to preach the 'will to doubt' ... what is wanted is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out, which is the exact opposite.

Sceptical Essays

If we knew how to find the lost, we would know how to rediscover the parts of our minds left behind in battle.

The Surrender Tree: Poems of Cuba's Struggle for Freedom