You’re impossible.” I sighed. “And really weird. No wonder Jared likes you.” “Is that a good thing or not?” I shrugged. “You two have bittersweet panty-dropping connection.” “Gross.
IF YOU WALK THROUGH THE FIRE I’LL COME TO THEE. As Bob walked past he wondered how many gods that piece of advice might apply to.
How can you not love reading? It's wonderful. An excursion, an adventure... an escape from reality.' She adored reading and had a hard time grasping anyone not loving it.
I cry and wonder how I'm going to fall asleep because sleeping means waking and going through all this again
I look at Ben now. And again I wonder how it is that we can feel so many of the same things and be so utterly different.
There are some wonderful aspects to Christmas. It's magical. And each year, from at least November, well, September, well, if I'm honest, May, I look forward to it hugely.
This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends.
Music took her somewhere, and I used to wonder where. I thought it was dumb, the way she lived for a collection of sounds, for someone else's words and notes.
INDECISION NOW!' isn’t a battle cry that’s going to rouse anybody’s blood. But I sometimes wonder if it isn’t the sanest one.
Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it’s the same thing and has to do with being loved.
...and I wonder if there is any way to adequately describe the folly that causes us to undo all the great gifts of both Earth and Heaven.
Wisdom may begin in wonder, however, it inevitability ends in righteousness (Socrates)." ~R. Alan Woods [2013]
Only the deceased could hear this quietness, he thought; no wonder they were tossing and turning in their graves seven feet under the ground – they cannot take it, they want out.
Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.
Growing up I often wondered how the world would be today if, since the beginning of human life, every person acted as I did.
She sounded like she really meant it, and I wondered if I actually was standing here on the sidewalk with her, and not still asleep in my room.
Oh you two look delicious," Bast said, licking her lips. "No, no-er, I mean wonderful. Now, off you go!
Driving is boring," Rabbit pontificates, "but it's what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering why the hell you went.
His eyes burned with intensity. I wondered briefly if someone he knew was being held in that cold room that smelled like death. Someone he loved?
Daughter, that's life: messy, confusing, heartbreaking, but wonderful. All any of us can do is to try to be ur best, and to learn from our mistakes, as well as our victories
