The moment we begin to celebrate ourselves and focus on our successes is the moment we begin living.
Poor Lucas, always trying to protect me from danger. He’d never guessed that I was the dangerous one.
You should go. " "I can't. " "Because you want to stare at the monster?" Alec's green eyes blaze, but with a wholly human fire now. "Or because you pity me?" I couldn't guess which possibility he loathes more. I fold my arms. "I can't leave because the door's locked. Believe me, I would've gone hours ago if I could have. " "Oh. Of course. " Then he looks so abashed--so boyish, and so handsome--that I almost want to laugh.
Even if that were true, it wouldn't be irony," Lucas pointed out. "Irony is the contrast between what's said and what happens.
Either this guy really liked me, or I was inventing things in my head because I wanted him to like me. I was much too inexperienced to guess which.
In my opinion, all boyfriends should turn out to be secretly wealthy.
The library would've cheered me up, most days. I loved the heavy oaken tables, the high walls stacked with books to the ceiling, the musty smell of old pages and the heavy brass fixtures that had gone dark with age and wear.
Piglet: "How do you spell 'love'?" Winnie the Pooh: "You don't spell it. . . you feel it. "
His golf bag does not contain a full set of irons.
I can’t function around a man if I know his ability to give pleasure.
the gender of God, God's presumed masculinity, has functioned as the ultimate religious legitimization of the unjust social structures which victimize women.