You know, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn't make sense.
Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how.
It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.
She fantasized sometimes too about killing him a little: a little poison in his pudding, a little flick-flick-flick with a fillet knife at his throat.
Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.
Moses Kaldor had always loved mountains; they made him feel nearer to the God whose nonexistence he still sometimes resented.
You know, you remind me of my younger brother. I miss that kid, so much that I sometimes regret killing him.
And I'd learned, the hard way, that sometimes, even with the purest intentions, we make things worse when we do our best to make things better.
Because his killing is not a passion of the moment but a compelling urge that has been growing within him sometimes for years, he has completely amalgamated this practice into his lifestyle.
Brute force will sometimes get you through a challenge, but usually not without hurting and depleting yourself in the process.
I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.
Real success sometimes involves saying no to growth, expansion and gain.
She has to live, Eliott. I owe her a lifetime of apologies.” “Sometimes I think that’s all we owe our parents.
Sometimes, I wondered if I might speed up his words by grabbing his wrists and finishing his gestures for him.
I am moved by the multitudes of your intelligence and sometimes, returning, I become the sea— in love with your speed, your heaviness and breath.
I was that stupid, I realized. I was also stupid enough not to realize that sometimes even the most beautiful souls need to be shown love once in a while.
Sometimes, before you make any plans or resolutions, before you declare your heroic intent to persevere, you just have to cry.
God works through people by stirring their hearts and sometimes people never know how they are helping others.
Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.
At my glummest, I sometimes think women get to chose- between being punished for being unsubjugated and the continual punishment of subjugation.
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.
