Being in love changes a person…a modest touch changes one’s mind, a lone thought one’s reasoning, but a kiss my friend, well that changes one’s existences.
I bet she thought she was getting into a fight with a vanilla wafer on roller skates but little did she know she was getting into a fight with a spider sandwich.
Historical materialism has every reason to distinguish itself sharply from bourgeois habits of thought. Its founding concept is not progress but actualization.
I know you're no worse than most men but I thought you were better. I never saw you as a man. I saw you as my father.
I was going to school thinking I was going to do something entirely different, thought acting was just a hobby at that point, met Stanley Kubrick and was like, 'Whoa, this can be an art form, and you can really move people the way you do simply by ac...
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
Cooking wasn’t so bad, I thought. In fact, it was a lot like sex. Sometimes it didn’t seem like such a good idea in the beginning, but then after you got into it …
Harry,” she said, her voice a little thick with the whisky. “You found the way, didn’t you?” What’s so wonderful about it? I thought. Dogs do.
She stretched beneath him, bare and aching, held captive by an entirely new form of magic, one she'd thought existed only in books and movies.
Patience, he thought. So much of this was patience - waiting, and thinking and doing things right. So much of all this, so much of all living was patience and thinking.
In a democracy, someone who fails to get elected to office can always console himself with the thought that there was something not quite fair about it.
The mind is strong. It survives, even without thought. Even with everything taken away, it holds a seed—your self.
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
I asked you to marry me – and you laughed. You thought I was joking. In fairness, I was still dressed as a Cavalier.
The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return - that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness.
...once you've crawled into what's commonly thought of as the sordid underbelly of life, you realize it's all just different versions of normal.
My heart is breaking," she says. "I want to be strong for you right now but the thought of you leaving is killing me inside.
A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.
I should have learned this, she thought. I wanted to learn fire, and pain, but I should have learned people.
And then he winked. Jeez, I thought my heart would explode on the spot. The last time a guy winked at me was years ago, and that’d been a creepy mall Santa.
He began to write his thoughts and observations concerning the day's events [...] It helped him better understand everything he had seen and done over the course of the day.
