The day you become humble is the day you become successful.
Her majesty is one verb short of a sentence.
Sorry," [Hamlet] said, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually doing anything.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.
Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.
True and baseless evil is as rare as the purest good - and we all know how rare that is.
The less you know, the more you believe.
The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living, flying free.
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream. And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
. . . He didn't know how to say good-bye. His throat ached from the strain of holding back his emotions. “I don't want to leave you,” he said humbly, reaching for her cold, stiff hands. Emma lowered her head, her tears falling freely. “I'll never see you again, will I?” He shook his head. “Not in this lifetime,” he said hoarsely. She pulled her hands away and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her wet lashes brush his cheek. “Then I'll wait a hundred years,” she whispered. “Or a thousand, if I must. Remember that, Nikki. I'll be waiting for you to come to me.