And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?
And so we all matter - maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.
And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.
And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.
And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he pulled me up by my waist onto my tiptoes. As his parted lips met mine, I started to feel breathless in...
And then we were kissing.....The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle,..
Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.
Are there any Nazis left that I could hunt down and bring to justice? Augustus asked while we leaned over the vitrines reading Otto’s letters and the gutting replies that no, no one had seen his child...
As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.
Ashes to ashes. Garage sale to garage sale, I said.
Ask me if I give a shit.
At least I carpe'd that one diem.
At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.
At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.
Augustus Waters, I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking that Anne Frank, after all, kissed someone in the Anne Frank House, and that...
Augustus half smiled. Because you're beautiful, I enjoy looking at beaufitul people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence. . . . I mean, particularly given t...
Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.
Because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.
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