Every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.
Spider or gum? Spider or gum? I thought quickly trying to come up with a believable excuse when I blurted out, “I swallowed a spider!” What? I swallowed a spider? What the hell is wrong with me?!
The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of course, Tally thought, you’d have to feed your cat only salmon-flavored cat food for a while, to get the pinks right.
I tagged your ass the other night," I said, "while you were sleeping- and you liked it." "Really? I thought it was a dream." "It was. A WET one.
He thought of women in terms of breasts, not minds, and it always seemed to irritate him that most women had both.
I touched his hand, carefully. Not too intimate, but not some half-assed there-there pat, either. Would he understand? Usually the thought process for a seventeen-year-old boy went girl touching me>omg>boner.
...every harsh word spoken, every such act or even thought doesn’t just disappear - it hangs around somewhere in totality and some day it boomerangs to haunt us.
I just thought I was empty and now I'm being filled...and I just wanted to keep being filled.
She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts?
The journey was a surreal dream. This world was about knowing the person you’d always wanted to be and setting your foot down to it, remembering the person you’d thought you were as a child and rejoicing in its living, breathing actuality.
If you watch great things, you empower your thought greatly. They that do great things do not only look but they see.
Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of them changing? Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't see clearly?
I wondered what he would have thought if he'd known that I'd gleaned most of my information from reading historical romance novels.
How could I have ever thought she was what was wrong in my life? She was the only thing that made any sense, and when she was broken and hurting, so was I.
Take a few minutes." "No. He's already had more of my time than he was entitled to." Yes, he thought as she walked out of his office. Very much like her grandmother.
We can change the world one thought at a time, one child at a time, one family at a time, one community at a time, one city, one state and one country at a time.
He did not have time to wallow, to give a moment’s thought to what may have happened to her or whether she was alive. Turn into the punch, grab hold of the gun, leap into the arena. Attack. He had to move. Now.
Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.
I want to take a trip to Shakespeare's brain and vacation there with his thoughts may be I also start writing about twisted love and betrayals.
I’d tell you what happened, but I can’t remember all of it. And I don't wanna put words in my dreams thoughts.
A building is not a sentence, which in principle has the ability to match and express a thought closely. It is not linear, like language. Compared to the fluidity of words, a building is atrociously clumsy, but it can be lived and inhabited as books ...
