Sometimes she is struck by how much she goes through life almost unconsciously. She is being swept along. She is a pale ghost.
You saw my leg?" "How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.
You need to stop caring what people who don't matter think of you. Be who you are and let everybody else be who they are. Differences are a good thing.
Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?
Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?
It is a great gift when God gives me a stirring, a feeling, a something-at-all in prayer. But work is being done whether I feel it or not.
There will be days you wish you’d never done it. And those will be the good times, when it’s only days of regret and not months.
She was a dead girl having the worst panic attack shed ever had. Not because she was afraid of dying, but because she knew that she would never live again.
Hell,' Shane spit in disgust. 'I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her.' He tossed her the bat.
What do you think the Order is going to do?" he asks. "Help us open a door to Hell, if we're lucky," I reply. Lucky. Ha ha. The irony.
I think I am going to have to supercharge my optimism to arm myself for the battle ahead. Trust me, it is going to be a battle.
It's fun telling you tall Texas tales. You always look like a little girl who's hearing Cinderella for the first time.
And sometimes, , wanting things, wishing for, working for them, is a good thing. Otherwise, we become nothing but spoiled boys and girls frustrated that we don't get every new toy we see.
You know what it is like to wake up in the middle of a bunch of corpses with a little girl in your arms scared to death?-Enyo
If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead.
You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.
Sometimes people did this, closed their eyes for a few seconds and imagined it gave them insights into what it was like to be her. Only, at the end, they could still open their eyes and see.
Sex could be a blissful communion,. But it could also be a weapon, and its absence, sometimes, was required for the establishment of peace.
When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.
I watched, hoping she wouldn't come out too broke. It's all you can do for people sometimes, no matter how much you love them.
Be careful you don't cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.' 'Girls don't shave', Arya said. 'Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?
