Findings:
- How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
- He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
- before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
- He flops over and bonks his head
- I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
- How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
- Every time I see a dead fish that isn't, I think of you. Happiness keeps washing over me like a wave. What do I do with it all?
- When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
- He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
- I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
- So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
- Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
- She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
- His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
- his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him
- He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
- judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
- His mouth tastes like blood and sugar.
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: IX
- I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
- Kissing a man all over his face
- mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
- I saved his life. He does not know it.
- The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
- I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
- an Aztec father advises his son
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- "I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
- His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
- I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
- I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
- In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
- Today your little boy is sprouting ten fingers and shedding his tail
- sometimes, after an adventure, he likes to sit out there and think
- All his front teeth knocked out, living a nightmare
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XI
- I like to imagine that Bond's firing the tank shells out of his mouth
- This place like an old jacket, made alien by time.
- So I'm wrestling with the demoness while the priest is trying not to soil his vestments, and Faust is just sitting there like an idiot
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: With Synge in Connemara
- His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
- He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
- An old woman's sentiment is delicately spun, and yet we find it stronger than time
- A father to his teenage son
- Then the father hen will call his chickens home
- As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
- He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
- Slay them all. God will know his own.
- It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
- why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
- God does all things to magnify His glory
- How Candide Found His Old Master Pangloss Again and What Happened to Him
- He just left his body
- He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
- Lincoln still melancholy over his broken engagement, January 23, 1841
- He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
- His mournful lamenting, like smoke on the mountains
- He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: II
- For every rich man who tries to leave this world for a better one with his fancy tomb surrounded by mourners, there are many more who perish alone in the cold, forgotten by all but God.
- The Little Boy and his Dogs
- History of His Own Time
- An hour later, I swing my leg over his and we dream of being young
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XII
- Synge and the Ireland of His Time
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: III
- The man of his times
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: V
- Every Tuesday, I dress as a 46-year old woman and waitress at a diner on route 27. This is the meaning of life.
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VII
- Sew, old woman, sew like the wind!
- Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats
- she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
- He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
- The Birth of Merlin, or, The Childe Hath Found His Father
- A father to his children
- Of Sigurd's avenging of Sigmund his father
- Justin Trudeau's eulogy for his father, Pierre Elliott Trudeau
- Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
- A teenage son to his father
- He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
- To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
- A father's thoughts for his daughter
- He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
- Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
- He scribbled with black crayon all over my fairy tale books.
- He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
- If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
- he looks a little like you... so i would rather talk about other pretty girls
- Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
- He weaves his words
- He made a way to his anger
- The Old Man and His Big Toe
- he is too shy to write his tale
- Little Jack Melody and His Young Turks
- He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
- when I am King, we will have no such things, but, my lads, if the old king my father were dead, we would be all kings.
- Some lovers (like the old you and I) never experience love at all
- pull the steel wool over his eyes
- i like his madness
- Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
- His touch, all nagging deja vu
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XV
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: I
- The Old Man and his Grandson
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VIII
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XIV
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: Preface
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XIII
- "The Americans in their wisdom have taken the heads off the pictures, enlarged them and superimposed them with the heads of animals and then strung them up all over the walls of the interrogation room," he said
- tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: X
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: IV
- Since his eyes were like perfect packed suitcases
- His name came up like a match on wooden me
- The old man and his bottle of spirits
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VI
- Your words like warm water, his words like salt
- I ran over an old woman with her own car
- if Gerry Stern were dead, he'd roll over in his grave
- unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
- Galileo: A Democrat Before His Time
- Gloss over the losses, like they're an old pair of lips
- Horace Walpole Loses His Little Dog
- because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
- Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
- He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
- Bears all his sons away;
- He scribbled with black crayon all over my fairy tale books
- when my time is in the past, i hope my heart lays in the grass, and feeds another one who lives like it's all just begun
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- There is creativity and craft, in all peoples and all times
- Our Fathers of Old
- You can walk down a path you've gone down many times with the ghosts of all the people you've ever been.
- Father Time
- And in time all this will pass
- my insides are like lava. let me warm you. I will envelope all of you
- The innocent suffer all in due time
- my father, the crooked old animal, wounded, fur scruffy; keeps on giving
- My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
- Old Father Eternity
- we're all ready to break. has it always been like this?
- For my father, in the event he finds me
- My father is like Jimmy Carter
- just like my father
- It's like you don't carrot all
- He ran over my cousin with a motor home!
- It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
- This guy in the computer lab who looks like he should be a doctor
- I like the way he reads poetry
- Top five Atari 2600 games of all time
- It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
- Do we forgive our fathers in their time or in our time?
- Questions I'd like to ask my father
- why you should keep your bedroom tidy at all times
- why I do have to get so deep with people all the time just to gently let them down 2 weeks later
- and when all the stars have fallen one last time and the skies are crumbling into my hands and the sirens are bleeding out on the beaches and the earth fades; you will remain
- He Ain't Heavy, He's My Father
- The time my father caught me having sex
- The first time you realize your father is as human as you are
- all that time, all those threads, weaving through something that must have been far too confusing to enjoy
- Party all the time
- My father never made promises he could not keep. My father never promised anything.
- "He" is actually a buxom blonde bisexual sorority girl. The net is like that.
- He just wanted to give me something he forgot to give me a long time ago
- Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them.
- A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
- No matter how wise an old sheep, he can't teach a fish how to polevault
- a little bit is better than nothing at all
- You can't please all of the people all of the time
- Having narcissists for family is like not having family at all (category)
- I see you online, all the time
- All will be well again in time
- Gravy All Over
- He was hard in all the wrong places
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