Librarians were like Mary Poppins to me. They always knew how to match a book to my mood, or to whatever I was going through at the time. I could always find peace in books.
Jede Nacht ist für mich ein Song. Jeder Augenblick ist für mich ein Song. Aber diesmal ist alles anders. Und gleichzeitig spüre ich, dass das Leben von uns nicht nur in einem einzigen Song gelebt wird...
Jealousy hot flashes through my body, a thunderbolt crashing through.
I’d always hoped but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it had happened. The notebook had made it so.
It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.
I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire.
I never married because I was too easily boref. It's an awful, self-defeating trait to have. It's much better to be too easily interested.
I mean, I think I am basically a cool girl, but I am also a pain in the ass.
I half expected to find Sherlock Holmes thumb wrestling with Jane Austen in the corner.
I figured being a bed salesman was a job of biblically bad paradox. I mean, here he was, forced to stand for eight or nine hours a day, and the whole time he’s surrounded by beds. And not only that, h...
I felt a sense of longing for him such as I’ve never experienced in my lifetime for any person, or even for any pet.
I don't think it's a matter of ready-I mean, not in an all-the-way sense. You're never completely ready-you just get to the point where you're ready enough.
I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking...
I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.
I always made it my mission to like him, because somebody has to like the people no one else likes or the world would just be hopeless. And the best way to extract holiday cheer, I've found, is to spe...
I KNOW! Your name is Beckham, isn’t it?
How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed...connection?
He sold the business but kept the corner block building,
Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar
Cinderella was such a dork. She left behind her glass slipper at the ball and then went right back to her stemonster's house. It seems to me she sho8ld have worn the glass slipper always, to make hers...