Let's save tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.
Baking is like washing--the results are equally temporary.
If creation was given no limit, ultimately everything would cease to exist.
You cannot sacrifice the world for your children.
Don't make light of any man's pain.
My father said that a silent person is trying to hide something.
Over a lifetime of dealing with difficult women, I have learned it is often better to give into their demands immediately.
You'd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.
It is hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you, and still believe in yourself.
My father always said that too many words cheapened the value of a man's speech.
Reluctantly, I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them. Samuel frowned. The little figure was stylized; I suppose he couldn't tell what it was at first. A dog?" asked Zee, staring at my necklace. A lamb," I said defensively, tucking it safely back under my shirt. "Because one of Christ's names is "The Lamb of God."" Samuel's shoulders shook slightly. "I can see it now, Mercy holding a roomful of vampire at bay with her glowing sheep." I gave his shoulder a hard push, aware of the heat climbing to my cheeks, but it didn't help. He sang in a soft taunting voice, "Mercy had a little lamb.
And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew. He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil. "Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly.
If there was such evil in the world, was it possible that there was good, too?
Charles looked at her thoughtfully. "People talk to you," he said. "That could be useful.
Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.
You play games with people's lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.
Mine, ... Mine is what she is.
Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.
There is no cash in battling evil: just the opposite in my experience
Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach.
After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too.
Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice."Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move
He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.
The warmth of his body shouldn’t have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.
If you could just see your face,” she told me. “You look like a cat in a bathtub.
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