This empty kitchen's where I'd while away the hours Just next to my old chair You'd usually have some flowers The shelves of books Even the picture hooks Everything is gone But my heart is hanging on If this old neighborhood Survived us both alright ...
if everything happens that can't be done (and anything's righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost guess (with a run skip around we go yes) there's nothing as something as one one hasn't a why or because or although (and buds k...
My sister Emily first declined. The details of her illness are deep-branded in my memory, but to dwell on them, either in thought or narrative, is not in my power. Never in all her life had she lingered over any task that lay before her, and she did ...
I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread. You never bake bread, he wrote, and we were still joking. Then it's like I woke up and baked bread, I said...
James Bond: What do you know about gold, Moneypenny? Miss Moneypenny: Oh, the only gold I know about is the kind you wear... you know, on the third finger of your left hand? James Bond: Well, one of these days we really must look into that. Miss Mone...
Sonny Crawford: Say, I hear Duane joined the Army. Genevieve: Good place for him too. Sonny Crawford: Oh, he was just holding that bottle. He didn't mean to hit me with it. Genevieve: That boy always had meaness in him. Of course, Jacy's just the kin...
The Blue Fairy: Would you like to be Pinocchio's conscience? Jiminy Cricket: [blushing] Well, uh, I... Uh-huh. The Blue Fairy: Very well. What is your name? Jiminy Cricket: [tipping his hat] Oh, Cricket's the name. *Jiminy* Cricket! The Blue Fairy: K...
Macaulay Connor: You've got all the arrogance of your class, haven't you? Tracy Lord: What have classes to do with it? What do they matter except for the people in them? George comes from the so-called lower class, Dexter, the upper. Well? Macaulay C...
Mrs. Danvers: [just as the second Mrs. de Winter reaches for the door] You wouldn't think she'd been gone so long, would you? Sometimes, when I walk along the corridor, I fancy I hear her just behind me. That quick light step, I couldn't mistake it a...
[Jeff dials the number for Thorwald's phone who is seen from a distance walking over to the phone and standing by it] Jeff: [quietly to himself] Come on, Thorwald, answer it. Come on, your curious. You wonder if it's your girlfriend calling. The one ...
Luke Skywalker: You know, I think that R2 unit we bought may have been stolen. Uncle Owen: What makes you think that? Luke Skywalker: Well, I stumbled across a recording while I was cleaning him. He says that he belongs to someone named Obi-Wan Kenob...
Jack: Rose, you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known... Rose: Jack, I... Jack: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm ...
Bobby Buell: Brock! Brock! There's a satellite call for you. Brock Lovett: Bobby, we're launching now. See these submersibles going into the water? [motions to the subs] Bobby Buell: Trust me, buddy, you wanna take this call. [nods seriously as Bobby...
Celine: You know, I've been wondering lately. Do you know anyone who's in a happy relationship? Jesse: Uh, yeah, sure. I know happy couples. But I think they lie to each other. Celine: Hmf. Yeah. People can lead their life as a lie. My grandmother, s...
They’re close. Voices loud and fierce, Slapping faces with words. A scream … A cry … They’re getting closer. Did I lock the door? It’s too late to check. They’re coming. I barely move, barely breathe. Perhaps they’ll go away. But they�...
Well everybody's got a story to tell And everybody's got a wound to be healed I want to believe there's beauty here So, I guess you're tired of holding on I can't let go, I can't move on I want to believe there's meaning here How many times have you ...
His hands lay flat on either side of him, his arms at his sides. He seemed barely to be breathing; she wasn't sure she was breathing herself. She slid her own hand across the bedsheet, just far enough that their fingers touched-so lightly that she wo...
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. If ever any beauty I did s...
Wait a second," Four says. I turn toward him, wondering which version of Four I'll see now-the one who scolds me, or the one who climbs Ferris wheels with me. He smiles a little, but the smile doesn't spread to his eyes, which look less tense and wor...
Shall I tell her? Shall I be a kind and merciful narrator and take our girl aside? Shall I touch her new, red heart and make her understand that she is no longer one of the tribe of heartless children, nor even the owner of the wild and infant heart ...
Well, Betsy," he said, "your mother tells me that you are going to use Uncle Keith's trunk for a desk. That's fine. You need a desk. I've often noticed how much you like to write. The way you eat up those advertising tablets from the store! I never s...
