A woman cannot ever be sure of not being married till she is buried, Mrs. Doctor, dear, and meanwhile I will make a batch of cherry pies.
Are you sure this isn't a nightmare? And that we won't just wake up? Yes. Because dreamers always wake up and leave their monsters behind.
Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day's chalking.
Raccoon." She saw Ellie put a hand to her mouth to cover the giggles and then looked back at Tom. "Like, you caught it?" "Well, it sure didn't get Fed-Exed [...]
When you aren't sure what it is you hate or why you even hate it, it's hard to hold onto the details...you just hold on to the feelings.
Fuck, you’ve been to the sex store.” “Sure have.” Josh held up a plastic bag. “Man, that was fun. And by fun, I mean seriously fucking creepy...
Sex with an ex Is it ever really painless or just inviting stress? I mean, really Who does that? Oh wait, I’m sure if they could, most everyone would...
But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat it; for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.
Maybe it's time to stop being a soldier and go home to be a father. And a husband for Deanna. I'm not sure how.
Human nature being what it was, the only time you could really be sure you weren’t being lied to was when you were talking to yourself.
I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.
Steven dreamed of you the very second you died (So the poem goes) and you may have visited him But I'm pretty sure you don't believe in poems
Sure, the outcome was favourable, but what was the cost? Wasn't changing the way she felt about something not far from taking away her free will altogether?
Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I will never let you go, though the whole world should turn from you.
There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.
Like they say, the game is chess, it damn sure ain't checkers. Every move I make is so that I can conquer and destroy.
Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.
The only way to be content in life is to make sure your NEED don't become GREED.
Those 'back burner' thoughts, the ones the brain isn't quite sure about yet, may cook the slowest yet they often manage to be the tastiest when they come out.
I remembered Father remarking once that if rudeness was not attributable to ignorance it could be taken as a sure sign that one was speaking to a member of the aristocracy.
Could you possibly be a little more incoherent?" asked Olivenko. "There are bits of this I'm almost understanding, and I'm sure that's not what you have in mind.
