i know i'm not clever but i'm always right.
He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.
Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.
Absence makes the heart grow fonderโฆ or forgetful.
I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.