It is surely unreasonable to credit that only one small star in the immensity of the universe is capable of developing and supporting intelligent life. But we shall not get to them and they will not come to us.
For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak, But only thinks and does; Though surely out 'twill leak Without the help of Greek, Or any tongue.
Captain?" "Yeah?" "Do you think it was destiny that brought us together?" He squinted and, after a thoughtful moment, shook his head. "No. I'm pretty sure it was Cinder.
I’m ready to commit to her at any time. But for god’s sake, I’m not even sure she’s heterosexual. It’d be madness to put a lesbian in charge of my ejaculatory functions.
A higher speed on the wrong path is very is fatal! Don’t be desperate about going ahead with the highest speed. First of all, be sure you are on the right track.
Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? but realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one.
There are still very few laws against thinking, although I am sure they're working hard on that in Washington.
But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.
Still, it is surely true of all animals, and all conscious people, that the pain we inflict on each other is in some ways due process for living in the world.
I want to make sure I remember what real ugly is. I might want to tell my grandchildren someday.
what a sad pair we are," she said. "Surely we can manage a conversation on a topic other than our respective terrible evenings.
My mom used to say that sometimes just saying something aloud was enought to make it true. I wasn't so sure about that.
Works, first and foremost! That is to say, doing, doing, doing! The 'faith' that goes with it will soon put in an appearance - you can be sure of that!
Pin his fucking legs." "Can't. Got his arms." "Knock him out, Paris." "Sure. Want me to spew diamonds from my ass while I'm at it?
Life is a bowl of cherries just make sure you spit out the pits
and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.
Do I believe in God? Sure. So I believe the Bible is the arbiter of theological knowledge? There it gets a little hazy.
Make sure everyone, who works with you or for you, feels the need to tell others about the incredible experience.
One day, she’d find a way to live her life to the fullest. She was sure of it. She just had no idea how she would manage it.
What if all everybody needed in the world was to be sure of one friend? What if you were the one, and you refused to say those simple words?
When it comes down to it, though, the real decision is inevitable: If one of us has to be destroyed, let's make damn sure we're the ones alive at the end.
