The brainless serenity of charwomen and janitors working late at night came over us. In a messy world we were at least making our little corner clean.
Charlotte’s dirty dishes haunted her dreams that night. She was running down a dark tunnel and close behind her plates, cups, bowls and crumbs made threatening noises.
He knew how intelligent men could be broken by the stupidity of their superiors, how weeks of patient work night and day could be cast aside by such a man
She treated Vanessa and me as if we were visiting budgerigars that needed to be fed and then put somewhere dark for the night.
They had just showed up, Amatis had said. Which meant Simon had spent the night at Isabelle's. She stared at him. He didn't any different.
At the last parent visitation night I'd sorta accidentally watched a majorly nightmarish scene between Aphrodite and her parents. Her dad's the mayor of Tulsa. Her mom might be Satan.
And what he meant was that maths wasn't like life because in life there are no straightforward answers in the end
Lots of things are mysteries. But that doesn't mean there isn't an answer to them. It's just that scientists haven't found the answer yet.
Lots of things are mystries. But that doesn't mean there isn't an answer to them. It's just that scientists haven't found the answer yet.
The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.
Sugar cane reach up to God And every baby crying Shame the blanket of my night And all my days are dying
The tragedy of Dionysus: Wear a black robe at night, and white you’ll wear by morning; but wear a purple robe to the midnight feast, and when you wake you’ll dress in black to mourn your soul deceased.
She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn’t recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam in her blacker-than-night eyes. It was the most vampiric I’d ever seen her.
He could have watched her all night. He could watch her for an eternity and still never be able to capture the essence of what it is that makes ‘love’.
...and I shut off my anxious heart and my nervous head as dusk descended into another night, another meaningless merging, another attempt to find myself as I gave myself away.
When I want to.” He ran his finger over her lips. “You don’t get a vote, honey.
My cousin fell in love with a dom, so I checked into it to see if I needed to kill him before they got married.
[The sound of the wind] was just more proof that the workings of the world were random, that beauty, like suffering, was meaningless, that human life was as pointless as waves on sand.
Once I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They're fairy tales for grown-ups.
If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear the pain of loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater.
What's the Future? It's a blank sheet of paper, and we draw lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren't the lines we wanted.
