“I hate sandwiches at New York delis. Too much meat on the sandwich. It's like a cow with a cracker on either side. "Would you like anything else with the pastrami sandwich?" "Yeah, a loaf of bread and some other people!"” PeopleHumorFunnyPastHateSidesToo MuchNew YorkI HateYeahBreadMeatCowsSandwichesCrackersPastrami Author:Mitch Hedberg
“As soon as you lay down, that's when the most bizarre things start coming out of her mouth. 'Goodnight, baby.' 'Do you think we were together in a past life?' 'Yeah, and I died of sleep deprivation. Go to bed.' 'Don't you feel like we're soul...'” ThinkingFeelsSoulHumorFunnyTogetherPastSleepBabyBedMouthsDiedYeahLaysComing OutBizarreDeprivationPast LifeSleep Deprivation Author:Adam Ferrara
“I know from the past, critics often say my films don't have any plot, that kind of thing. I'm used to being told, "Yeah, it's slow and has no plot."” KnowsKindPastFilmUsedYeahCriticsPlot Author:Jim Jarmusch
“I can't. At least not for a while. I need time to get past this and I can't guarantee that I won't hurt him again. God knows, Nick has a true gift for saying the wrong thing in any given situation. (Acheron) You know he loves you, right? (Amanda) Yeah, but emotions don't have brains. (Acheron)” KnowsNeedsI CanPastGivenHurtEmotionBrainSituationLove YouYeahGuaranteesGod KnowsWrong ThingsGuarantees ThatTime Of NeedAmandaTrue GiftsSaying The Wrong ThingI Need Time Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon
“"Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead." "I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face. "And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."” IfsWellsSaidPastFacesThreeWonderDarknessRecordsBloodHairMetsYeahGladCall MeJaceBotheredClary FraySimon LewisGothPandemoniumClary And Jace Author:Cassandra Clare
“You know, when you think about it, that’s kind of a weird thing. I mean it’s meant to be sympathetic, right? But it’s kind of not. Like you’re telling the person there’s nothing unique about what they’re saying I considered this as a couple of kids on Rollerblades whizzed past, hockey sticks over their shoulders. “Yeah,” I said, finally, “but you could also look at it the other way. Like no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.” ThinkingKnowsWayLooksKindMeanPersonsSaidStillsI CanMatterKidsPastLike YouCoupleUniqueYeahSticksShouldersRelateBad ThingsMeant To BeHockeySympatheticWeird ThingsHockey Sticks Author:Sarah Dessen
“Yeah, I must have been really bad in a past life or something." He smiled, his eyes still in pain. Reaching up, he touched a strand of mt hair. " Don't leave, OK?" "Shhh. I'm not going anywhere." I kept stroking his forehead, trailing my fingers across it. His muscular shoulders gradually relaxed, his eyes closing again. His breathing slowed, became more regular. I could hear the TV on in the other room, the sound of voices. None of it mattered to me. I stayed there until long after Alex had fallen asleep-- gently caressing the vbrow of the boy I loved, trying to keep his pain at bay.” TryingLongHas BeensStillsEyePainPastSoundVoiceRoomsBoysTvsHairYeahFingersShouldersBreathingFallenHis EyesReachingTouchedRelaxedClosingAlexForeheadsPast LifeStrandsReaching Up Author:L.A. Weatherly
“I don't need any explanation about what you do with your life. You and I...we grew up together,and that's it. Yeah, we shared a lot of stuff back then, and we were there for each other when it mattered. But neither one of us can fit into the clothes we used to wear , and this relationship between us is just the same. It doesn't fit in our lives any longer. We don't...fit anymore. And listen., I didn't mean to get pissy in the truck, but I think you need to be clear on this. You and I? We have a past. That's it. That's ...all we'll ever have" (Blay to Qhuinn).” ThinkingNeedsMeanTogetherPastUsedStuffClearOur LivesGrewFitClothesGrew UpYeahExplanationTruck Author:J.R. Ward
“When he pulled back, Blay frowned. "You're shaking." Was it possible he wasn't imagining this? "Am I?" "Yes." "I don't care. I love you. I love you so damned much, and I"m sorry that I wasn't male enough to admit—" Blay stopped him with a kiss. "You're plenty male enough now--the rest of it's in the past." "I just...God, I really am shaking, aren't I? Yeah. But it's okay — I've got you." Qhuinn turned his face into one of the male's palms. "You always have. You've always had me...and my heart. My soul. Everything.” HeartSoulEnoughCarePastFacesLove YouMy HeartKissingOkayYeahMalesSorryDon't CareMy SoulPlentyI Don't CareI'm SorryPalmsShaking Author:J.R. Ward