I can tell she’s upset, but I can’t be bothered to say anything. Some days are just like that.
But like Machiavelli tells us, you must use the assets and resources at your disposal. Use them all, and use them to maximum effect.
I want to make sure I remember what real ugly is. I might want to tell my grandchildren someday.
Hold your head up! Throw you shoulders back! It's the cheapest way to tell the world you're somebody!
He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.
I almost slapped a patient yesterday. Stupid b**** kicked me while I was telling her to push. Talking about she needed something for the pain.
I knew I wasn't making sence, but I couldn't seem to connect my thoughts to my tongue. That feeling... How did you tell someone that?
Tell me this. What is it with men and feeling like they have to act like self-destructive superheroes whenever trouble shows up?” “It’s the only way we know how to love.
Proper teaching is recognized with ease. You can know it without fail because it awakens within you that sensation which tells you this is something you have always known.
Do not tell your secrets to everyone in this headquarters, Earth. We have surveyed it well. There was nobody to whom to entrust secrets.
I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself.
My dear, here is lesson number one for using opportunity; waste no time on false humility. Tell the world about your achievements don't wait for someone else to do it.
Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing.
The explorer who will not come back or send back his ships to tell his tale is not an explorer, only an adventurer; and his sons are born in exile.
But in battle you cannot tell another when it is his time to enter the World-to-Come, nor is it possible to keep any man in this world when he wishes to leave it behind.
… Shannon’s fingers itched to smash the man in the face. Inside his head he kept telling himself, Keep cool, baby, absolutely cool.
No," I agreed. "The zombie apocalypse is still a few years off, right?" "That's up to you to decide. Tell you what, we'll do it for fun someday when you're really bored.
Make sure everyone, who works with you or for you, feels the need to tell others about the incredible experience.
There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.
You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.
