You're a rotten driver,' I protested. 'Either you ought to be more careful or you oughtn't to drive at all. ' 'I am careful. ' 'No, you're not. ' 'Well, other people are,' she said lightly. 'What's that got to do with it?' 'They'll keep out of my way,' she insisted. 'It takes two to make an accident. ' 'Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself. ' 'I hope I never will,' she answered. 'I hate careless people. That's why I like you. ' Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her.
We'll be friends until forever, just you wait and see
Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?" "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.
I'm a pretty aggressive girl in general. So if there's a boy that I like, you're going to know how I feel. I just put it out there.
I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.
Actions speak louder than words, and a smile says, ‘I like you. You make me happy. I am glad to see you.
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'm a talkative person because I like to get to know a person and I like you to get to know me.
Whenever I've encountered a Christian saying, 'Why don't you stop talking like that so I can hear you?' I think, 'Well you're the one putting the earmuffs on, but I wish you could hear me because I like you. '
I trust you with my life. I'm pretty sure I love you. But more importantly, I like you.
Sanguine chuckled. "I like you, boy. You got optimism in these bones. I like you so much that I ain't gonna tell you what I did to poor old Jethro, the first Jethro, may he rest in peace, may they someday find his head.
You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why. . . . this is why I like you.
You're beautiful, but you're somewhere else. That's okay. I can handle that. But we won't continue as friends, not just now. I like you as a lover, not a friend.
Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.
I would say I'm pretty much the exact same as the stereotypical American kid. I mean I'm really lazy, I play a lot of video games, I like girls. I like, you know, the violence and action type thing.
The more important the emotion is, the fewer words required to express it: Will you go out with me? I think I like you. I care for you. I love you. Marry me. Goodbye.
No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.
That's why you like me!' I exclaim. 'Because you're not nice either! It makes so much more sense now. ' 'Come on,' he says. 'We're going to see Johanna. ' 'I like you, too. ' 'That's encouraging,' he replies flatly. 'Come on. Oh for God's sake. I'll just carry you.
I go out in the streets, and I go to shows, and I see my fans turn from "I like your last rap" to "I feel your movement; you're keeping it all the way real. " One thing I've always said is that's never been my story, and I'm not going to go back on my word.
I’ve not learned the acceptable way of saying you fascinate me. . . I’ve not even learned how to say I like you without frightening people away-
