I saw you standing on a veranda you'd built with your own hands. And I loved you.
Not everything you wanted, deep inside, worked out.
One of my greatest pleasures is falling into a story someone else has written.
Do you know what happens when you always look before you leap?" She reached out and touched his hand before hurrying toward the door. "You hardly ever make the jump.
He was one of the many toads you have to go through to find the prince.
Half full, half empty, what the hell difference does it make? If there's something in the damn glass, drink it.