The power of gradually losing all feeling of strangeness or astonishment, and finally being pleased at anything, is called the historical sense or historical culture.
At this moment, I am obscenely happy. Please don’t screw this up or dump me or cheat on me or divorce me.” “All right,” he said.
So ... will you stay with me until it's over? Please?" "Kaylee, I would do anything for the girl who granted my dying wish.
You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me.
The Devil can quote scripture, after all. And monsters can say "please" and "thank you" same as any mother's son.
To live among such excellent helps as our libraries afford, to have so many silent wise companions whenever we please.
God,' he said, 'I have to have you.' 'Take me. Own me. Use me. Pick a verb. Just please.' 'Fuck you. I'm going to fuck you. That's my verb.
A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.
The desire to remake that shrinking expanse of life they were still allotted, to make use of it, to fill it up with possibility. Oh please: one more transformation.
While I'm fine with you two dating and being happy, please try not to break his heart too much when the time comes.
Again I resume the long lesson: how small a thing can be pleasing, how little in this hard world it takes to satisfy the mind and bring it to its rest.
But Rose? While I'm fine with you two dating and being happy, please try not to brake his heart much when the time comes.
Please don’t tell me you know just how I feel--you don't.
Will ye be wantin’ this now, madam?” “Yes, please,” she whispered. She wanted to engrave the sight of him thus, about to make love to her, in her mind.
No, Mama. The sweetest hallelujah will be when Billie can walk in the front door of any place she pleases, and nobody will tell her she doesn't belong.
Who says I have rules?" She waves off my question. "Oh, please. You have so many rules, your rules have rules.
No! Please! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" the man yelled. "Really?" said Vimes. "What's the orbital velocity of the moon?" "What?" "Oh, you'd like something simpler?
I'd like to have a good long talk with you once you've calmed down. Please call me soon. Happy Birthday.
So please, for the love of gender- go bloom. Or water someone else while they do.
I believe there is a kind of happiness to be found in every thing in life, in all that is good and pleasing, as well as in that which is sad or poignant.
Whoever walks in reverse, please come forward. Tell me you love me, and tell me backwards, like a palindrome.
