I can’t talk you out of what your heart is set on. I just hope you set it on the shelf, next to my book.
I blinked at him just casually talking about my new sex life with his genie-shiny head, and I knew at any second I would break into hysterics.
- You may always talk to me, honey... - Started suddenly bright white moon. - The stars are too young to give you a wise advice, yet.
Without the support from religion--remember, we talked about it--no father, using only his own resources, would be able to bring up a child.
Are you not going to talk? Just sit there and stare at me like a creeper?" Aiden cracked a half smile. "You called me that once before." "Yeah, because you are a creeper.
The fly lands on the swatter. The movie runs backwards and catches fire in the projector. This species apes us well by talking only about itself
It's a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.
I agree that Ruskin has done much harm to counter balance much good in giving people the trick of talking about Art instead of really doing a little of it to enable them to understand.
Why is it that married people always say "Come in" when everything they do says "Get out"? They talk about their miseries and then ask you why you're unmarried.
Rebellion is all we'll be talking about. Love is revolution, a kind of coup d'état and cultural reprogramming in its own little way.
Human nature being what it was, the only time you could really be sure you weren’t being lied to was when you were talking to yourself.
Don't go to eighth grade...don't talk about something old...don't bring up old memories that have nothing to do with who we are now. THIS is all that matters! TODAY.
Most of my dates had consisted of some guy trying to sweet-talk me while I silently prayed for an asteroid to crash into whatever diner we were at.
...Obyann, you're talking about the Landemere-Ramaldah border dispute of 1416. Damn it, man, that was in the time of our grandfathers.
Oh that looked painful," called another Puck, a little farther down. "We really need to talk about your anger-management problems.
One friend with whom you have a lot in common is better than three with whom you struggle to find things to talk about.
My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.
We kept gazing into each other’s eyes, rest was history, we kept talking in body language.
I decided that not talking is like a litmus test for a real friend. You can just sit there and be. Not always be filling up the air with words
There was a large crowd around us, and every face in it looked happy. We had little opportunity to talk until we reached the woods, where there were no flowers and no people.
Sweet talk's like salt. You can add some later, if need be, but if you pour out too much, you can't sift it out again.
