Long lazy days like these will never come again in your life. You think they will but they won't.' -Sylvie

Long legs and longer arms, each tipped with a row of black talons. Sinewy. Wiry. And above all, humanoid, its skin in the sunlight as translucent as a baby mouse’s—mapped with a network of blue veins...

Long life wore away everything that was not essential.

Long live impudence! It is my guardian angel in this world. That

Long live impudence!

Long live the Republic! I'm one of them.Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfi...

Long live the queen.

Long live tomorrow's foolish whims.

Long looking at paintings is equivalent to being dropped into a foreign city, where gradually, out of desire and despair, a few key words, then a little syntax make a clearing in the silence. Art... i...

Long looking with admiration produces change. From your heroes you pick up mannerisms and phrases and tones of voice and facial expressions and habits and demeanors and convictions and beliefs. The mo...

Long memory, short fuse, big revenge.

Long or short, if you worry about every step of a journey, you will divide it endlessly into pieces, any one of which may defeat you. Look only to the end.

Long periods of languor, indolence and staring at the ceiling are needed by any creative person in order to develop ideas.

Long since, the desert wind wiped away our footprints in the sand. But at every second of my existence, I remember what happened, and you still walk in my dreams and in my reality. Thank you for havin...

Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?

Long strokes. Start at her neck and run your hand back to her tail. They like the long strokes. That’s the way her mama did it. James stroked her, long and slow, but he glared at Leland instead of rel...

Long time I been on my own, but now really I'm alone. I survive the killing, the starving, all the hate of the Khmer Rouge, but I think maybe now I will die of this, of broken heart.

Long voyages often lose themselves.Mam?You will see. It is difficult even for brothers to travel together on such a voyage. The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same underst...

Long voyages under sail with crews that spoke many tongues made a ship into a language school.

Long week. Long month. Long life.