The road to hell is paved with adverbs.
Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule.
Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.
Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him..
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why god? Why me?" and the thundering voice of God answered, There's just something about you that pisses me off.
I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want for nothing. He makes me lie down in the green pastures. He greases up my head with oil. He gives me kung-fu in the face of my enemies. Amen
Oh shit, the mummy's after us, let's all walk a little faster
Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.