When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.
The charm of your society, My Sparrow, lies in not knowing what will you say next - though one rapidly learns to fear the worst!
Oh Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing towards you.
Do good though, will you?" She blinked brightly at the green girl. "If not for your parents or your grandmother, then for me?
Mad – empty – crazy – lost – dying... I was all of these things and nothing as well, because even though I breathed and moved, I was not alive.
Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.
...the longer she had lived away, the more she realized that nowhere became home… though everywhere had.
Rilke wrote: 'These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.
Sometimes our worst fears aren't realized - though in my experience it's only to make room for the fears our imagination was insufficient to house.
There is a means to every end. A root to any cause. Sometimes the root is more evil than any cause, though it's the cause that is usually most vilified.
If that was the last event of the night, it would have made a terrible ending. It was just the beginning, though.
Old Scully, who according to Jennifer, hadn't the imagination to think the worst. Something she said once, as though neurosis was an artform.
You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.
For the celebration I got champagne flutes, even though I’m not musical. That night I felt like Mozart. He was a drunk, right?
I love writing about love, even though I’m an emotional orphan. I didn’t abandon my feelings—they abandoned me!
Funny how "question" contains the word "quest" inside it, as though any small question asked is a journey through briars.
I, Kotoko Aihara... Now Kotoko Irie... have finally become Irie-kun's wife. And though this may seem like a happy ending, it is actually more of a happy beginning.
Still, though reading absorbed her, what the Queen had not expected was the degree to which it drained her of enthusiasm for anything else.
They stared into the distance as though they were being absorbed into an alternate space-time reality. Perhaps they were. But probably they already had been.
She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.
Even though we'd put each other through hell, we'd found heaven. Maybe it was more than a couple of sinners like us deserved, but I wasn't going to complain.
