By trying to grab fulfillment everywhere, we find it nowhere.
What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?
. . . You'd think the little part about them supposedly killing us would be the attention getter.
I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. "It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days. " "My armpit?" Mark repeats. "Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.
Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?
We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.
Thomas had a depressing - and scary - thought. 'Am I. . . replacing someone? Did somebody get killed?' Minho shook his head. 'No, we're just training you - someone'll want a break. Don't worry, it's been a while since a Runner was killed. ' For some reason that last statement worried Thomas, though he hoped it didn't show on his face.
You go to movies to see people you love suffer - that's why you go to the movies. You don't go to see a movie about a guy who already knows he has a wonderful life.
Even the Quran, which Sufis respect as the direct speech of God, lacks the capacity to shed light upon God’s essence. As one Sufi master has argued, why spend time reading a love letter (by which he means the Quran) in the presence of the Beloved who wrote it?
Be what you are becoming without clinging to what you might have been; what you might yet be.
When I was a child, there were not that many vaccines. I was vaccinated for polio. I actually got measles as a child. I got pertussis, whooping cough. I remember that very well.