Some man would come to her room. Maybe she would hesitate, and he'd grab her, pin her to the mattress, force her to cooperate.
Evil people can still keep promises. Many have done just that, girl, though they are usually not promises you ‘rational’ people wish them to keep.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
The minute you get a religion you stop thinking. Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.
You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.
Let life be the foundation. Be brave. Wander deep inside yourself to the little room no one knows about. Fling the door wide open and write.
What’s next? The size of my cock?” “Hey, even pencils can get the job done—I’ve heard the moaning from your room to prove it.
It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany’s bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened.
The door that closed kept us from entering a room, but what now lies before us is the rest of reality.
When you understand who you are by knowing what God created you to do, you have no room for becoming jealous over what someone else is doing.
You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesn't. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know you'll find it a room.
You consider me for a moment, perhaps balancing the weight of your fear against the loneliness you will later feel in your room if you do not speak now
No sport, watching horror movie with friends in bright room. Try that alone at night without light with mirror above screen!
I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.
In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.
I don’t have to extend my hand to greet you. A wink can reach across the room. And a wink in a telescope can stretch across the universe.
Cause hearts are amazing things. They get lots bigger to make room for new people to love alongside the old people you love. -Simi
Q: What is a fundamental mistake of man's? A: To think that he is alive, when he has merely fallen asleep in life's waiting-room.
My God, Jack - with a look like that, you two should just get a room. And try not to pick the one with a dead body next to it this time.
Come on Princess," he sighs, as he scoops me up off the sand and carries me to my room. "I'm not going to be able to sleep, unless I know you're safe.
The plum-colored night sky was shifting to pink to make room for the day, which looked as though it might turn out “glorious and whimsical,” as the Key West Citizen had promised.
