I told you we were meant to be," he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but who I just didn't see and now-- Well, now I kiss him.
Just what I predicted,” he smiled. “Run, little sheep. Run. For soon, the big bad wolf will have you right where you belong,” Crispin whispered as he manifested out of the school. ~Crispin~
Bitter and Frail, young and weak. Smiles are useless, talk is cheap, Give thou venom, fangs like slime, Ugly freak for all of time. An empty gift just from me, Give it now, so mote it be!
They filled our world with weapons aimed at foreheads and smiled as they shot 16 candles right through our future. They killed those strong enough to fight back and locked up the freaks who failed to live up to their utopian expectations.
His proximity, that damn smile, just makes me hot in all the right places, but also pissed as hell. I don’t know if I should knee him in the balls or hump his leg like a bitch in heat.
He looks at her and smiles. "You're sort of dangerous, you know?" She stares at him. "Me?" "Yeah," he says sitting back. "I'm way too honest with you.
Who gets to be best-liked in any community? Who is the most trusted? Why, the man who does the dirty job, of course, and does it with a smile. The man who does the job you couldn't bring yourself to do.
I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything a man could desire or aspire to, a woman who would suck the marrow from your bones and still leave you smiling.
I looked at the group of human remains that languished in the corner and smiled at them. It occurred to me that their very presence was testimony to the moral emptiness of the universe and the mechanical brutality with which it destroys the parts it ...
There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don't yearn to reach out, but because they've tried and found no one who cares.
Every now and then I sit and watch the sun rise to remind myself how it's done—peacefully, steadily, warmly, and in beautiful color.
Trust in the silent doers. It is far more difficult to put your dreams into action than into flowery words.
You pierce me with a look, a word, a gesture. And yet those same weapons could shield me from hurt if you so choose.
It's a waste of time worrying about something that worry won't fix; it's about as useful as trying to feed your pet rock.
Gratitude doesn't change the scenery. It merely washes clean the glass you look through so you can clearly see the colors.
Gratitude is the real treasure God wants us to find, because it isn't the pot of gold but the rainbow that colors our world.
One grateful thought is a ray of sunshine. A hundred such thoughts paint a sunrise. A thousand will rival the glaring sky at noonday - for gratitude is light against the darkness.
Mother nature changes her looks for the same reason any woman changes her looks—to be noticed.
It's good to look at life from the bottom up so you can see that things have risen above what they once were.
You were born and with you endless possibilities, very few ever to be realized. It's okay. Life was never about what you do, but what you do.
To punish someone for your own mistakes or for the consequences of your own actions, to harm another by shifting blame that is rightly yours; this is a wretched and cowardly sin.
