I've seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.
Accelerated Rehabilitation had a scientific sound, as if Pierre would rehabilitate faster and faster in an elliptical path until evaporating in a blue flash of pure mental health.
His body jerks twice as the bullets hit him. I scream, but no sound leaves my mouth. I'm frozen in pure terror.
Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.
A woman with an education may be able to spend more time sitting in a chair instead of lying on her back. A sound advantage, I should think.
I can help you.” He finalised. “How?” Both Jezka and Faze asked. “I don’t know but it's nice to sound optimistic, wouldn’t you agree.
I still have enough faith in language to believe that if I place enough words next to each other on the page, they will start to speak with sounds of their own.
[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.
To be a philosophical Sceptic is the first and most essential step towards being a sound, believing Christian.
We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder. We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.
His own opinion, which he does not air, is that the origin of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty human soul.
You're doing it again. Using reason to argue faith. Can't be done. Like playing croquet with a crochet hook. Sounds something like the right tool for the job, but isn't.
Because a sound tree doesn't have bad roots, Amara. No enterprise of greatness begins with treachery, with lying to the people who trust and love you
Sounds like the effect of wolf’s blood to me,” he said, winking at her. “You think?” “Attacking without thinking? Just reacting instantly? Yeah, that’s wolf mentality.
And with the melody came the unmistakable sound of water slapping against the rocks far below us, slowly eroding the foundation of Port Coire and everything I loved.
It’s a tricky art, working with them in their purest form,” she mused. “Simultaneously simple yet infinitely complex.” It sounded like my relationship with Adrian.
Always, just beyond all these things, was the silver sea, the lace border around all land like the silence around sounds or the unknowns beyond all knowledge.
Sounds like the start of a beautiful friendship, Leonard. It really does.” “Here’s looking at you, kid.
Very sorry. I’m wet. I mean, you made me wet.” Nope, not better. Now, he sounded like a pervert. “You didn’t make me
I don’t want this,” Sirus uttered, his voice stripped bare. “Me either.” Grey sounded as if he were in agony. Swearing, they flew at each other in a furious kiss.
Molly wondered if these boys really loved baseball, the sound and smell of it, the rhythm of it, the leather and wood, the grass and dirt, the story and surprise in a good game.
