For one entire day I let his kiss burn on my cheek and into my blood and I don't push the memory away... This kiss, these words, they feel like beginning.
I don't know, it's stupid being 20," she said. "I'm just not ready. It feels weird. Like somebody's pushing me from behind.
The time will come when you will doubt everything you stand for, but you must push forward and never stop. Do not let others speak for you, or you will lose your voice forever.” ~The Grimoire
Divided we stand,' Simon thought, his stubborn biceps refusing to bulge. 'United we do push-ups.
I wondered how he'd learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.
What he was scared of was not that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No, it was that she might push him away.
Souls are like athletes, that need opponents worthy of them, if they are to be tried and extended and pushed to the full use of their powers, and rewarded according to their capacity.
To know how to avoid the cliche, to know what tradition you are pushing forward, begins with knowing what that tradition is.
I’m not a carrot cake kind of guy. But so what? Don’t push your political agenda on me, pal.
She pushed my chest like she wanted me off of her, but her fingers had my shirt clutched in them and I knew she was full of shit. She wanted me.
...but it was just her mind playing cruel tricks, and she tried to push away the irrational thought that Richard was still in there, waiting for someone to save his life.
Pushing the boundaries of my golden cage, searching for new ways of expression and freedom, unveiling the ambiguities between music and art, friendship and love—that was my summer of 1979.
No man can be ideally successful until he has found his place. Like a locomotive, he is strong on the track, but weak anywhere else.
Every discovery in science and art, is due to the trained power of seeing things ... Keep your eyes open, your ears open ... Trace difficulties.
Do you think we can just take it on faith right now that I want you, you want me, and we'll figure out the happy ending part later?
There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.
The dream that wakened me pushed at the veil of consciousness but could not burst through, and I was left wondering what I had known just a moment before.
Come to the edge, He said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, He said. They came. He pushed them, And they flew . . ." — Guillaume Apollinairet French poet
Courage, love, faith . . . these are all muscles that grow in strength each time we push them to their limits.
With you and me, I don't know what anything means. We're pushing each other away and yet I don't seem to be able to let you go.
Shame isn't a quiet grey cloud, shame is a drowning man who claws his way on top of you, scratching and tearing your skin, pushing you under the surface.
