Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.
Rest and repose are as much a part of life’s journeys as seeing all we came to see.
My heart had a crush on him from the moment we met, but it was faint, and the rest of me stubbornly refused to play along.
Holding my hands in his, David kissed my knuckles before he swore to me, “I will love every day of the rest of my life.
Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.
As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
A blanket could be used to put out a fire. Unless that fire is in your heart, and you simply refuse to give up and let the issue, and your body, rest.
Faith doesn't rely on odds or statistical data. God only requires that we have faith; the rest is up to him.
I put the all in allow. Well, I put in most. All the rest I forbid! If it pleases you, dinner will be ready as soon as you make it.
I like seeing little kids in shopping carts. It's good practice for when they turn 18 & have to spend the rest of their lives in jail cells.
Just because you spent 4 years studying a subject doesn't mean you have to suffer the rest of your 40 years doing the same.
you were and always will be that first ever touch to have fertilized the ground beneath my life’s trees that first ever rose to have fragranced the rest of my memories.
Tous les chagrins sont méprisants, imprenables, perchés à des hauteurs que personne ne peux rejoindre. Peut-être a-t-on trop peur qu'une consolation efface ce qu'il reste des souvenirs.
Extinction, the irrevocable loss of a species, causes pain that can never find relief. It is an ache that will pass from generation to generation for the rest of human history.
Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams...
Unless I was delirious from my injury, we had just been captured by vampires. Who were they, and what did they intend to do with the rest of us?
True love is wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone you would sometimes also like to strangle.
The right thing is a luxury for rich and sheltered people. For the rest of us, the only right thing is staying out of trouble and surviving as best we can.
He blinked at the sun and dreamt that perhaps he might snare it and spare it as it went down to its resting place amidst the distant hills.
For if it's all the rest of us who are killed by the suicide, it's himself whom the murderer kills; only he has to do is over, and over, and over.
