He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.
After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.
You should tell her how nice her outfit is because her outfit is her choice whereas her face isn't.
No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell
As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.
To tell you the truth I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
Marco Rubio is really to the right of Chris Christie, when Jeb Bush and John Kasich and he hasn`t been able to pull away from them.
I've done several commercials and I've done voiceovers for documentaries.
That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.
Neue Phaenomena zu erklären, dieses macht meine Sorgen aus, und wie froh ist der Forscher, wenn er das so fleissig Gesuche findet, eine Ergötzung wobei das Herz lacht.