L V HALL Quotes
Anabelle knew she was feeling too much, too fast. That was dangerous. Especially with a guy like Giorgio.
Automatically, like all healthy, normal beings, I deny the existence of horror...
There's a queer streak in human natures. Men come back to places for secret reasons, for feelings they cannot resist.'More than men come back, ” I said.
Sometimes you can only understand why things happen when you see them in the rearview mirror.
How odd it is that we so often weep for each other’s distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!
If the heartbeat is a vital sign of physical health, anger is the vital sign of emotional health. Anger protects the self in all relationships. It is rage that is damaging.
Smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.
For I chase but one hind, he says, one strange deer timid and wild, and she leads me off the paths that other men have trod, and by myself into the depths of the wood.
He cannot endure Rachel, because he knows she has a proper appreciation of him.
Never compel yourself to say words to which the heart yields no response.
Tomorrow I'll suggest the liar lies against himselfSo our condition makes escape impossible? -- we breatheand it's moving air that causes stars to twinkle
The word indulgent has become a popular catchphrase for dishes we should not eat for health's sake. I never use it to describe food, only poor parenting.
A random act of violence, " his mother called it. "A totally senseless thing." Unnecessary qualifiers, he sometimes wants to tell her, as the universe is random and senseless place.
If you're lonely when he's around, happiest when he's sad, and angry when he's overjoyed, get a new life. Without him.
This life is full of signs, many of which find their way to you exactly when you need them most.
Remembrance is a strange thing. With love its pain is bearable. With bitterness it simply destroys.
I thought of Marius. Wild, wonderful, Byronic-fantasy Marius, who had somehow found something he wanted in the everyday quietness of me. Until he hadn't.
Who do those boys think they are, treating us as if we are their property, taking away our innocence?
The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn't matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.
There is something mankind can never destroy in spite of an unreasoning will to destruction, and this is its own idealism, that integral part of its very being.
To feel your arms around me...to feel your breath on my neck...is pleasure in itself. It is home.
I'm aware of how unprofessional this is and yet I can't stop myself.
. . . you have blighted the promise of youth, and made my life a wilderness!
Tell me what happens next, after my body has frozen. When I can't communicate. What will I be?
She, however, attentively watched my looks, and her artist's pride was gratified, no doubt, to read my heartfelt admiration in my eyes.
I've never been high. Writing is my drug of choice. You don't ever have to come down from that kind of high, I tell ya. And, best part is, it's free.
My stories are my children. Some are sweet infants that I coddle and care for. Others are old enough now, they need to damn well get a job!
Never! while heaven spares my reason, ’ replied I, snatching away the hand he had presumed to seize and press between his own.
It's ironic, since they're supposed to be immortal, but vampires are kind of like small businesses: half of them go down within their first year
After that, we were like flies stuck in honey, alive but not really living.
But tonight, this is what I can give you. I can offer you the vault of heaven, the firmament of the stars in the sky, and me
I descended into solitude so thick that conversations with repairmen became anxious social occasions.
Life has ill-prepared me for finding any enjoyment in a press of merrymakers.
You need to own the treasures you find in your soul.
But before he could either comfort me or commit further acts of violence upon my person, I spun away from him and made my drama queen moment complete by running away.
And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn’t learned self-consciousnessknew how to smile.
God might awaken that heart, supine and stupefied with self-indulgence, and remove the film of sensual darkness from his eyes, but I could not.