A tomb is a monument placed on the limits of two worlds.
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.
If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.
Oh! how many times we die before death!
I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair.
nothing is stronger or better founded than the sentiments for which we can give no reason.
I do not comprehend those rules of conduct that make us so content with self and so cold to those we love. I detest prudence, I even hate (suffer me to say so) those duties of friendship which substitute propriety for interest, and circumspection for feeling. How shall I say it? I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me.
That's really eco-friendly of you," Vee told Marcie. "Recycling Nora's old trash.
It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.
A preacher was operated on for a hernia. As this was about the time of the first world war he was given ether. As he was coming out of the anesthetic a fire broke out in the building next door. As the flames began to show through the hospital windows the nurse pulled the shades down. She didn't want the preacher to think his operation had been a failure.
Maybe, just maybe, we shall at last come to care for the most important, most challenging, surely the most satisfying of all architectural creations: building cities for people to live in.