A text pops up on the screen. It’s from Luis. I can’t help but grin when I read his perfectly thought-out message.
Outrage is easy, cheap, and oversold. The nation needs less anger and more thoughtful reflection, less shouting and more listening, less dissembling and more honesty.
There was something vaguely sad about the rock. It was as old as it looked, standing weathered and lonely amidst the stretch of sand, and its thoughts were quiet as it listened to the waves.
Come here, female!" a thundering voice called out to Sorvus. A thrill of excitement at this male's voice instantly shot up her spine. It is him, she thought. It is my Destoul.
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...
A black cat crossing the road is considered bad luck in some cultures. What about the cat’s culture?
The world he thought he knew had become an odd thing, twisting time and purpose. But it had remained an unfair universe in the end.
We just move on, don’t we, with traitors still amongst us? But there was one thought that wouldn’t go away. If I loved him, I would forgive him.
What if a statue of me walked past my clone frozen in thought? Which one of the two would make a better quarterback than Geno Smith?
The clouds rolled over the hills like a pack of midgets wearing gray togas somersaulting in unison, and I thought it’s a glorious day to be alive and in love.
I thought of Shelley in the hospital, how she said sometimes sadness only looked like anger and judgment. Maybe fear did too.
One great thinker said one thing, another said another, and while the two thoughts are contradicting, the one that backs my argument at the moment is the superior statement.
They thought we were stupid to do it, (hide Jews) of course; in fact, it was beyond their comprehension that we would risk so much for Jews.
And who did she have? The thought caught her up short, but then she smiled, remembering the preacher's words. She had the Lord. He was her foundation, and that was enough.
There is one tree in Gainesville I call "Grandfather" because it looks like a giant Bonsai tree. Well, that and I actually thought it was my mother's father for the longest time.
I found out who my real dad is on Facebook. I also found out who he isn’t. He isn’t the man I thought he isn’t.
I mean, scamming on guys on the Internet? I thought that was only for forty-year-old divorcees who Photoshop their pictures in an effort to appear younger and thinner.
What I thought was a black hole turned out to be nothing more than a splatter of ink on my tie. And I assumed I was wearing the most astrological outfit of the century.
Whoever thought up the phrase ‘Absence makes the heart grow founder’ was an idiot. Absence makes a bitch go crazy. -Elli, While Shea is Away
Agatha told me she was late, and I thought, I haven’t slept with her in years—she really must be late. I’m going to be a father!
But no one experience should be followed and dwelt in forever. Life in its more perfected state will be full of alterations–not a rut, into which if you are once set you must continually travel.
