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She stood, in a room of crumbling plaster, pressed to the window-pane, looking up at the unattainable form of everything she loved. She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected. Ayn Rand
And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. It climbs the same way on damp walls. You are to blame for this cruel sport. They are fleeing from my dark lair. You fill everything, you fill everything. Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy, and they are more used to my sadness than you are. Now I want them to say what I want to say to youto make you hear as I want you to hear me. Pablo Neruda
Dashiell Hammett quote: "The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the..."
The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second “you. Dashiell Hammett
You say you cannot love God; but it strikes me that if you rightly consider who and what He is, you cannot help it. He is your father, your best friend: every blessing, everything good, pleasant, or useful, comes from Him; and everything evil, everything you have reason to hate, to shun, or to fear, comes from Satan- HIS enemy as well as ours. And for this cause was God manifest in the flesh, that He might destroy the works of the Devil: in one word, God is love; and the more of love we... Anne Bronte
Sylvia Day quote: "He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look,..."
He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open. Sylvia Day
The prime minister's final flourish, Honour your country, for the eyes of the country are upon you, complete with drumrolls and bungle blasts, unearthed from the attics of the mustiest of nationalistic rhetoric, was ruined by a Good night that rang entirely false, but then that is the great thing about ordinary words, they are incapable of deceit. Jose Saramago
A Johnson honours his obligations. His word is good and he is a good man to do business with. A Johnson minds his own business. He is not a snoopy self-righteous trouble-making person. A Johnson will give help when neeeded. William S. Burroughs
He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him. George R. R. Martin
Peter Shaffer quote: "You have your words, and I have mine."
You have your words, and I have mine. Peter Shaffer
Charles M. Schulz quote: "Valentine, just a few words to tell you how I love you. I have..."
Valentine, just a few words to tell you how I love you. I have loved you since the first day I saw you. Whenever that was. Charles M. Schulz
She was afraid to touch the dictionary Oki was even there. Innumerable words reminded her of him. To link whatever she saw and heard with her love was nothing less than to be alive. Her awareness of her body was inseparable from her memory of his embrace. Yasunari Kawabata
You won't find the word happy in any self-respecting grumbler's dictionary, no matter it's Christmas Eve or the any other day. Cleveland Amory
Nikolai Gogol quote: "A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe."
A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe. Nikolai Gogol
You never really know what’s going on inside Tony Iommi’s head. He’s the total opposite of me, in other words: no one’s ever in any doubt about what’s going on in the pile of old jelly inside my thick skull. Ozzy Osbourne
Around about now, young John Owen comes out of the shack lugging my old musket from the War. At six years of age, our youngest boy already knew his business. Not a word, just brings the shooting iron somewhat closer so's he don't waste powder, then hoists her up, set to haul back on the trigger. I believe his plan was to shoot this feller, get the story later. Peter Matthiessen

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