I remembered Grandmere Catherine used to tell me your first impressions about people usually prove to be the truest because your heart is the first to react.
You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!
I kept trying to tell people that just because I was young didn't mean I could speak for all young people.
But the point is this Monsieur...the reason why Madame complains of you is not because of the immorality in itself; but because, so she tells me, you make immorality delicious.
I wrote a novel because I had a yen to do it. I believe this is sufficient reason to set out to tell a story.
She knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, it’s to tell her that something bad has happened.
The reader may ask how to tell fact from fiction. A rough guide: anything that seems particularly unlikely is probably true.
In a sense who you are has always been a story that you told to yourself. Now your self is a story that you tell to others.
I want to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.
If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.
And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.
That poem is so damned long. You'd think old Walt could have taken a line or two to tell us how to unscrew the door from its jamb.
Baxter knows a lot more than I do, I told her. Yes, said Baxter, but I will never tell people all of it.
But just for a minute. I won't be gone long and if she wakes up before I get back tell her that I love her.
That was the message. For me, alone among mortals, the gods send their messenger to tell me to stop whining. That’ll teach me to go hide in a temple.
Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!
A brick could be used as disbelief. I can tell you believe me, so why don’t you go ahead and hold this brick for me.
He was trying to tell me something." Derek snorted. "Aren’t they all? Must be a rule in the ghost handbook—if in danger of evaporating, make sure you’re in the middle of a dire pronouncement.
And now you'll be telling stories of my coming back and they won't be false, and they won't be true but they'll be real
TELL THE WORLD WHAT YOU INTEND TO DO, BUT FIRST SHOW IT.This is the equivalent of saying "deeds, and not words, are what count most.
I don’t think this is working out between us,” I told him. “You and I want different things. It’s not me, it’s you.
