Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches, And soup, And peanut butter cookies, Though, the truth is peanutbutter is actually really bad for you 'cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins out of the soil, But hey, you like peanutbutter and I like you!
I like you very much. Just as you are.
It's not that I like you least [. . . ] it's that I feared you most. The reginita taught me to like you. There was a strange joy to her that lifted my spirits. But you, Quintana of Charyn, you made me love you.
I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
I opine-I think you're a woman of your world,' he said from the far end of the couch. 'I would have a hard time seeing you pressed and powdered, dreading a life of servitude under the name of marriage. You'd die in that mold. I like you as you are, fiery and ill tempered.
There's that saying, "I don't know art, but I know what I like. " The inverse is kind of true. I know art, but I don't know what I like. You get so immersed in it that nothing appeals to you.
I like young girls. Their stories are shorter.
All the best, Sydney P. S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car. P. P. S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.
And you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. We've managed to muttle through the awkward stage of i like you and you like me, but when we both finally said 'yes' life became a multiple choice test, not knowing anything we became each others best guess. and, holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. lady, i don't have to study you to be sure. you're the choice i made before i knew what the other choices were
I like you; your eyes are full of language. " [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964. ]
Suppose a white man should come to me and say, "Joseph, I like your horses. I want to buy them. " I say to him, "No, my horses suit me; I will not sell them. " Then he goes to my neighbor and says to him, "Joseph has some good horses. I want to buy them, but he refuses to sell. " My neighbor answers, "Pay me the money and I will sell you Joseph's horses. " The white man returns to me and says, "Joseph, I have bought your horses and you must let me have them. " If we sold our lands to the government, this is the way they bought them.
Why?" she screamed. "Are you crazy? You know the English subjunctive, you understand trigonometry, you can read Marx, and you don't know the answer to something as simple as that? Why do you even have to ask? Why do you have to make a girl SAY something like this? I like you more than I like him, that's all. I wish I had fallen in love with somebody a little more handsome, of course. But I didn't. I fell in love with you!
I like you just the way you are.
I like you just the way I am.
Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.
I don't want you skinny, Bride. I like you as you are. " His breath tickled her neck as he spoke and sent heat all over her. "My people have a saying. Meat is for the man, the bone is for the dog. " "Yeah, but you're both. " "And when given a choice between ribs and steak, I go for top choice every time.
Babe,' Ranger said. 'Do something with her. ' And he disconnected. I called Ranger back. 'No,' I said. 'And I need information on Jelly Kantner. His apartment got blown up, and I need to find him. ' And I should do this why?' Because you like me. ' There was a full beat of silence. 'I do,' Ranger said. 'I like you a lot. Sometimes I'm not sure why. Give me a couple minutes.
If people are talking about my weight cut all the time and are telling me how skinny I like, you have to respect the audience. You also have to respect all of the fighters who do this.
Are you conceding?' he says, his mouth falling open with mock surprise. 'Seems like that serum did you some good after all. . . ' I shove him as hard as I can. 'Take that back. Take it back now. ' 'Okay, okay!' He puts up his hands. 'It's just. . . I'm not very nice either, you know. That's why I like you so- ' 'Out!' I shout, pointing at the door.
Jackson Pollock said once, "I don't really feel that many people in this world are alive. " He said, "That's why I like you, Tom. You're alive. "