Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds," I added. Radar tapped a locker twice with his fist to show his approval, and then came back with another. "Ben, getting you a date to prom is so hard that the American government believes the p
I have never really thought of him as a person, either.... A guy whose strings were broken, who didnâ€™t feel the root of his leaves of grass connected to the field, a guy who was cracked. Like me.
True love will triumph in the endâ€”which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.
Okay is BURSTING with sensuality
In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable businessâ€”and I wanted to try to reflect that.
It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that boy.
But to be perfectly frank, this childish idea that the author of a novel has some special insight into the characters in the novel...it's ridiculous. That novel was composed of scratches on a page, dear. The characters inhabiting it have no life outside of those scratches. What happened to them? The
We think that we are invincible because we are.
But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ship s sink, or maybe we're grass--our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive. We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which meta
The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.
It was psychological trick called empathic listening. You say what the person is feeling so they feel understood.
I don't want to hear another negative word about cheerleaders. If it weren't for cheerleaders, who would tell us when and how to be happy during athletic events? If it weren't for cheerleaders, how would America's prettiest girls get the exercise that's so vital to a healthy life?
I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.
I never liked writing concluding paragraphs to papers - where you repeat what you've already said with phrases like 'In summation', and 'To conclude'.
I don't have a favourite book, I have hundreds.
All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.
Like, in general I think people have very complicated reasons for wanting things, and we often have no idea whether weâ€™re actually motivated by altruism or a desire to hook up or a search for answers or what. I always get annoyed when in books or movies characters want clear things for clear reaso
As lives go, I'll take the quietly desperate over the radically bipolar.
Everything that comes together falls apart. Everything. The chair Iâ€™m sitting on. It was built, and so it will fall apart. Iâ€™m gonna fall apart, probably before this chair. And youâ€™re gonna fall apart. The cells and organs and systems that make you youâ€”they came together, grew together, and
History doesn't have a curfew.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
Colin Singletonâ€™s distance from his glasses made him realize the problem: myopia. He was nearsighted. The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.
I don't think ministering requires a religious context. The number one thing is that every parent is extremely worried about their kid. Of course, when a chaplain shows up, that can exacerbate this worry rather than calm it.
If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.
You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.
When people call people nerds, mostly what they're saying is, 'you like stuff.' Which is not a good insult at all, like, 'you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human conscience.
You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you canâ€™t pick your friendâ€™s nose.
Physical intimacy isnâ€™t and can never be an effective substitute for emotional intimacy.
I love being in cities with lots of other people, because I'm reminded that there are billions of people like me, and we are each stuck inside of our minds, feverishly trying to crawl out to make connections with other people.
Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.