Yes!” said Fang, punching the air. “Freaks rule.
Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.
Yes, I'm married. But my wife understands that a good politician has to be appealing to the ladies. The fact that I haven't even gotten close to cheating on her is a disappointment to us both.
Yes, if you're looking for infinity, just close your eyes!
Yes, he would have done that for Tessa - died to keep the ones she needed beside her - and so would Jem have done that for him or for Tessa, and so would Tessa, he thought, do that for both of them. It was a near incomprehensible tangle, the three of them, but there was one certainty, and that was that there was no lack of love between them.
Being married is amazing. Being married is incredibly difficult. Being married can seem impossibly hard. Being married is incredibly beautiful. Yes, marriage is a fragile blend of all of this and more.
But if I had to do it, handle money, then I think I could be responsible, yes.
Yes, I'm happy, in human terms.
Yes, it is true that there are times when you do wonder if things are worth it but usually those moments pass as soon as they have come.
Are you calling me your gift?" "Yes. " She smiled. "How do you feel about that?" "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped. " He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow.
Yes, there is weeping, even in heaven, but it is for those who are still crawling on the earth.
Oh yes, things get me mad. But the thing is, I get mad, and then I turn around and I forget.
I mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis - is there anyone around who doesn't want to study or kill me?" Floote raised a tentative hand. "Ah, yes, thank you, Floote. " "There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam," he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize. "I notice you don't mention my fair-weather husband. " "I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you. " Alexia couldn't help smiling. "Good point.
Bryce," she whispers. "What's wrong. " I can barely breathe as I ask her, "Do you like him?" "Do I. . . you mean Jon?" "Yes!" "Well, sure. He's nice and -" "No, do you like him?" My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited. "Well, no. I mean, not like that. . . . " No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then. . .
. . . even though you said yes to the wrong man, I hope that won't cause you to say no to the right one.
Jesus is the yes to every promise of God.
Yes, this is what good is: to forgive evil. There is no other good.
I love saying 'yes' and I love saying 'please. ' Saying 'yes' doesn't mean I don't know how to say no, and saying 'please' doesn't mean I am waiting for permission. 'Yes please' sounds powerful and concise. It's a response and a request. It is not about being a good girl; it is about being a real woman.
Some things, you just like what you like and you stick to it. Other things, you like what you like, but the things that come with celebrity or success comes more options. There's was nine, all of the sudden there's ninety-nine things to say "yes" to, which you didn't have the option to say "yes" to yesterday.
Have you ever found anything that gives you relief?". . . "Yes. A drink