She loved this man. This wonderful, respectiful, willful man. And she couldn’t even tell him.
The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that…
When someone who's starved of love is shown something that looks like sincere affection, is it any wonder that she jumps at it and clings to it?
Tell me, before you call us servants, who served whom? And who, I wonder, in your generations, will immortalize you?
I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.
Cerulean left. I wondered if she was from Flower Planet. Blue flowers were rare - one might take a name from that.
Are you okay, man?" "Yeah, I'm good." It's a lie. I wonder if I will ever be good again.
Here's an easy way to figure out if you're in a cult: If you're wondering whether you're in a cult, the answer is yes.
Fifty years," I hackneyed, "is a long time." "Not when you're looking back at them," she said. "You wonder how they vanished so quickly.
There is a wonderful power that comes when you know that someone will achieve something great due to your help.
She found herself wondering at what point in her life she had ceased to be Gulliver and had become the strings holding him to the ground.
Young people think they never can change, but they do in the most wonderful manner, and very few die of broken hearts.
A wonderful privilege it was to be thus admitted into the soul of a man of genius, to be allowed to share the ecstasies and the agonies of his inmost life.
By the way, if you get mad at your Mac laptop and wonder who designed this demonic device, notice the manufacturer's icon on top: an apple with a bite out of it.
She looked into Kirsten's eyes and wondered how it is that a soldier fights and a savior suffers, but a woman, in lying down, rules everything.
What was the point, I had to wonder, of fighting so hard to learn to protect my life if I was destroying it in the process?
Are you, monsieur, a man of your word?" "It really depends upon the word," Magnus said. "There are so many wonderful words...
After only a few moments in her presence, he found himself wondering what dragon he might slay for her.
Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?
Don't ever discount the wonder of your tears. They can be healing waters and a stream of joy. Sometimes they are the best words the heart can speak.
...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.
