Ode to the Chamber ...linger here amidst the chamber in which we embrace our love talk to me of sonnets and call me turtledove...
The boys have to have a chance to be at peace, at rest, without someone listening, to favor or despise them depending on the way they talk act and think.
But I quite like the way you can talk about science without necessarily using mathematics, but using metaphors instead.
I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.
Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lay there and talk, I'm okay with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.
I can't look at you. I don't want to talk to you. I just want my things. I want to go home.-Blaire Wynn
I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’ ‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed.
Even though friends say they are interested in your life, they never really want to talk about you as much as you want them to. (68)
There isn't no call to go talking of pushing and pulling. Boats are quite tricky enough for those that sit still without looking for further for the cause of trouble.
Well, she was talking to me. That's enough to make anyone lose their temper. And I accused her of sleeping with my dad because he was the soundest evolutionary choice.
Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.
You don't know how to talk to people you don't like. Don't love, really. You can't live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.
Be confident because the odds are in your favor.' He clears his throat, like talking this much hurts him. 'Not because you're a special snowflake.
When we talk about my gender as though it were a performance, we let the audience - with all their expectations, prejudices, and presumptions - completely off the hook. - Scott Turner Schofield
There were many things they simply didn't talk about: between them, silence was not so much a form of evasion as a way for solitary people to exist in a family.
The world is falling down around our ears, and all these people care for is talking about fucking to women in short skirts and men with their shirts hanging open
I think about how maybe it's not things that change but people that change, and maybe that's the change everyone is really talking about.
all night he talks and holds me, all night he loves me slow and careful.
...so when you didn't mention marriage again I assumed that you had been talking idly, the way men do when they're feeling romantic.
When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.
