106 Quotes About Warner

Truth is ugly that is why we don't like it

Lies are living beings; once they get hold of you they never let go

I love the sight of his naked body.especially in these quiet, vulnerable moments. These brackets of time stapled between dreams and reality are my favorite. There's a sweetness in this hesitant consciousness - a careful, gentle return of form of function, I've found I love these minutes most for the delicate way in which they unfold. It's tender.Slow motion.Time tying its shoes.

My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.

The small hand of a clock taps me at one and two, three and four, whispering hello, get up, stand up, it's time to wake upwake up"Wake up," he whispers.

Good God, I have taken leave of my senses. I never thank Delalieu. I've likely given the poor man a heart attack.

In the steady thrum that accompanies quiet, my mind is unkind to me. I think too much. I feel, perhaps, far more than I should. It would be only a slight exaggeration to say that my goal in life is to outrun my mind, my memories.

And though I've always believed she and I shared many things in common. I did not know how deeply I could feel it.It's killing me.

I love you."He breaks.His voice. His back. His knees. His face. He breaks. He has to hold on to the side of his desk. He can't meet my eyes. "I love you," he says, his words harsh and soft all at once. "I love you and it isn't enough. I thought it would be enough and I was wrong. I thought I could fight for you and I was wrong. Because I can't. I can't even face you anymore--