Love is trench warfare. So stand aside, and let me keep digging.
My love can only occupy one person at a timeIt is hard to remain iconoclastic when standing waist-deep in the shards of smashed icons.
A Nice Little Place on the North Side: Wrigley Field at One HundredMy patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning to Mary Russell Mitford, 1836-1854Divided we stand,' Simon thought, his stubborn biceps refusing to bulge. 'United we do push-ups.
The Lost Herondale