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Describing colors to a blind is what writing is all about.

Despite how lonely or broken down you might feel, we need you with us helping to make the world better, kinder and safer, especially for the little girls coming up.

Did somebody die?” “Yes,” I replied. “Who?” he asked, starting to freak out. I pulled out my notepad and asked him if he knew a Marcie Tucker. “Marcie? Hm, Marcie, it doesn't ring a bell but… Oh yeah, the temp who's filling in while my regular assistant is out, I think her name is Marcie. In fact, she was supposed to be here today. I was actually starting to worry that… Wait. Is she…” “Unfortunately yes,” I said, “Marcie was found in her apartment late last night uh… no longer alive.” My bedside manner has never been my strong suit. Dr. Taggart looked distressed and began to ramble incoherently for a minute. I let him work through it though, I figured it was his way of grieving. I wouldn't have even paid attention to it except for the fact that it was kind of goofily, ineptly… well, poignant: "Oh, uh, Oh my God. That's terrible. I uh… I hope she didn't have any family. I mean, I don't hope she didn't have any family, what I mean is, if she uh… if she didn't have any family then there would be nobody to get all bummed out about this and uh… you know, when something like this happens, you always think about the poor, heartbroken family, so uh… if she doesn't have any family then uh… the bright side would be that nobody would, you know, have to be all bummed out." Hm. I guess I never thought of it that way. Awkward wording aside, he's kind of got a point there.

Did time move forward, through people, or did people move through it, like clouds across the sky?

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Di satu masa, rasa itu pernah ada. Hanya saja, kita terlambat untuk menyadarinya.

¡Dios bendiga los tiempos antiguos, en que existían cosas raras...!

Discourses, which are mostly wrapped in spurious religious and patriotic ideologies that ignite the enthusiasm of the ignorant masses

Dogeared pages means someone is reading a paperback...

Don’t be offended if you encounter some good-natured ribbing; the idea of writing a novel in a month deserves to be laughed at.

Don't Rush Up The Stairs, you Just Might Fall. Take it One Step At A Time!

Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hurts even more when in famine.

Do we really mean it when we say ‘in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, until death do us part or do we add a silent clause, ‘unless you shame me or disappoint me?’ What is the cost of unconditional love and how capable are we of giving that?

Doubt you’d find anyone as dashingly charming as me

Do you think I'd have plans to take your virgin cherry if I only wanted you to be my employee? You're mine, Winnie. And you're gonna stay mine. Forever.

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

Drive. He’s already dead.

During the Japanese invasion, bombs had fallen from the sky and people could run for cover. Now, they exploded in the middle of the road, or in the fields while people were playing soccer.

Dude, don’t die out here.

Each time I discovered a potential link between one character’s story and another’s, several more connections would reveal themselves, like a beautiful, complex web spinning itself.

Each new scientific fact gives rise to new uncertainties, and every pattern of starlight holds both a record and a prophecy.

Each photo is like a novel I can never open, Gary had explained once. I can hold it in my hand and only begin to imagine what's inside -- the lives these people might have led. Sometimes if there was a little clue on the photo - a name, date, or place - he'd try to research it...

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them.

...el Día Uno es todo el primer momento de tu vida en el cual estás atravesado por las instituciones y aprendés, en el mejor de los casos, a desconfiar de ellas, mientras dejás que tejan hilos firmes, en tu cráneo, con la intención de no dejar espacios vacíos: los agujeros del sistema [...] El Día Dos empieza y su amanecer es plateado, con una nueva y no menos firme institución que son las sustancias, legales o ilegales, y algún tipo de pretensión, o nada. En los dos casos, todos los días son el mismo.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

Ellis smiled at her concern and kissed her cheek once more. “I promise. I’ll come home if I need help.” He stepped back and gave them a bow, showing his respect. With their permission, he left the counsel room and headed straight to his room. He packed supplies for the journey. His mother had warned him that no magic worked inside of The Forbidden Woods or even in the outskirts of it. He would have to walk there on foot and hope that no one loyal to Walter caught up with him on his way.

El ser humano es un túnel estrecho, hay que internarse en él si quieres conocerlo. Hay que avanzar en la oscuridad, aspirar el olor de todos los animales muertos, escuchar los gritos, los dientes que rechinan y los llantos. Hay que andar, hundir las patas en un charco de sangre y trepar por un hilo de oro abandonado por el propio ser humano, cuando no era más que infancia y ningún tejado cubría su techo. Animal entre animales, aún no sufría. El humano es un túnel y todo humano llora su cielo desaparecido. Esto lo sabe el perro y por ello es infinito su afecto por el humano.

English. That was where I met him.

Es la regla Sherlock: cuando eliminas lo imposible, lo que queda, por improbable que sea, es la respuesta.

Escaping Reality One Erotic Romance Novel At a Time.

Escribir como forma de vida o de muerte, depende de la trama.

eskiden yapılan meslekler, hiç olmazsa birçoğu, insanın o mesleğe karşı kişisel bir tutkusu yoksa, akla bile getirilmeyen mesleklerdi: topraklarına aşık köylüler, güzel masaların büyülü yaratıcısı dedem, köydeki insanların tümünün ayak ölçülerini ezbere bilen ayakkabıcılar; ormancılar, bahçıvanlar; o dönemlerde askerlerin bile birbirlerini tutkuyla öldürdüklerini düşünüyorum. yaşamın anlamı, insanlar için ‘bir soru işareti’ değildi, yaşam onlarla birlikteydi, tüm doğallığıyla, ilişkilerinde, tarlalarındaydı. her meslek, kendine özgü düşünce tarzını, kendine özgü varoluş biçimini yaratmıştı. bir doktor, bir çiftçiden başka biçimde düşünüyordu, bir askerin davranışı, bir köy öğretmeninin davranışına benzemiyordu. oysa bugün, hepimiz birbirimizin benzeriyiz; işimize karşı gösterdiğimiz ortak ilgisizlik bizi birbirimize bağlıyor. bu ilgisizlik bir tutku haline geldi. çağımızın tek büyük, kolektif tutkusu.

E ricorda: è importante che sia l'uomo il più innamorato dei due." "Perché, mamma?" "Perchè, mia cara, il cuore di una donna è mutevole ed è capace di innamorarsi anche più di una volta. Gli uomini, invece, nonostante tendano a esternare meno i propri sentimenti, quando amano, lo fanno per sempre.

Even if we fall apart, even if we don't stay together, even if we Die there is this beauty about Love that keeps us alive in each others' heart, acting as a catalyst for beating the heart.

Even if we try to conform to ideals and strive for perfection, we will always be pulled back to our core identity because it’s the path of least resistance for our souls – an energy force that wants nothing more than for us to honor and accept who we are and discover what we’re meant to do in the world.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

Every event is a resource material.

Every book has to wait for the right time to be read and understood.

Everyone makes mistakes, but only a few could forgive. Padahal ada banyak kesalahan yang hanya perlu dimaafkan, bukan dihukum. An eye for an eye will make us all blind.

Every time she meets him, she feels like he was a new paper ready to be drawn. And she could clearly remember how the first time she met him, he was like a sketch paper filled with grey and blue and black, all mixed up together forming a confusing storm,

Everything around us is made up of matter so small, its mass cannot be written down. You're either an atom, or a cell. These things are super small, but they join and function together to create something powerful. It reminds me of love; its always the small things that are done that makes a person feel like they're made of something.

Experience, then, was something that enabled you to do nothing with a clear conscience. Experience was an overrated quality.

Existence has taught me that a man can live on love and fresh water, on crumbs and promises, but he can never survive insults. And insults are all I've known since I came into the world. Every morning. Every evening. That's all I've seen for my whole life.

Fahri kembali meneliti Majmu' Washaya karya Al 'Allamah Habib Hasan bin Shaleh Al-Bahr: Ketahuilah, himmah adalah wadah taufik. Kendarailah kuda himmah, niscaya kamu akan mencapai puncak cita-citamu. Mintalah pertolongan Allah dalam setiap langkahmu, maju ataupun mundur. Niscaya tidak akan sia-sia jerih payahmu dan akan tercapai cita-citamu. Lazimkan sikap shidiq dan ikhlas, karena keduanya harus dimiliki oleh orang-orang yang memiliki keberhasilan dan keuntungan dalam perdagangan.

Fe es aquello que nos permite creer en cosas que sabemos que no son ciertas.

Failures Are The Cornerstones Of Success!

Fitzgerald has charm. It's a silly word, but it's an exact word for me. I like 'The Great Gatsby' and it's sad, gay nostalgia.

finding in motion, what was once in place

Fists of fools are not among those I fear.

Focus. She’s Maddie. Your friend. Would you eyeball Keith or Dane’s butt like that? ~ Zach