Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.
My hatred gives me strength.
It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?
He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.