Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend. " Eric grinned at me.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are.
New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
I like the dueling club scene, where Daniel and I fight with our wands. I thought it was a brilliant scene to shoot. I think the end product looked really good.
Armenia is dying, but it will survive. The little blood that it still has left is precious blood that will give birth to a heroic generation. A nation that does not want to die, does not die.
good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions.
The essence of the question is the opening up, and keeping open, of possibilities.