A story is alive, as you and I are. It is rounded by muscle and sinew. Rushed with blood. Layered with skin, both rough and smooth. At its core lies soft marrow of hard, white bone. A story beats with the heart of every person who has ever strained ears to listen. On the breath of the storyteller, it soars. Until its images and deeds become so real you can see them in the air, shimmering like oases on the horizon line. A story can fly like a bee, so straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain the same.

Aphorisms are like lingerie: revealing in their brevity, plus people get uncomfortable when I show them mine.

You're lingering around me like a ghost. Wanting to climb into the body that once belonged to you. But there's no home for you here. My heart stopped beating for your spirit long ago.

The enemy that is Envy is trigger-happy; he's pretty much a gunslinger who wields a silenced Demotivator - sent with sabotage, suicide, and suppression, he assassinates in secret, and so hopes to exterminate, to kill what was meant to motivate him - in simpler terms and less expression: he shoots the messenger.

The satisfactions/of agreement are/immediate as sugar--/a melting of the/granular, a syrup/that lingers, shared/not singular./Many prefer it.

She wore the moonlight like lingerie.?

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

While you linger on it, I've made peace with it. This thing called past.

It was so lovely, Heidi stood with tears pouring down her cheeks, and thanked God for letting her come home to it again. She could find no words to express her feelings, but lingered until the light began to fade and then ran on.

Is it cheating on my cat to take lingering glances (sensually) at my friend's cat? It feels wrong but like WREEW. To clarify, that is a cat sound heheheheeee

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

Brevity is the soul of lingerie.

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.

Love is another kind of power, which shouldn't surprise you. Magic comes from emotions, among other things. And when two people are together, in that intimacy, when they really, selflessly love each other it changes them both. It lingers on in the energy of their lives, even when they are apart.

When you find love, you take it. You grab it with both hands and you do everything in your power not to let it go. You can't just walk away from it and expect it to linger until you're ready for it.

What lingers from the parent's individual past unresolved or incomplete often becomes part of her or his irrational parenting.

I love all the old classic Disney movies. 'Pinocchio.' There are obviously tons of them that anybody growing up on that stuff takes with them their whole lives and I'm an admirer of a lot of classic animation and fairy tales. I grew up on a book of Grimm's fairy tales that I kind of wore out again and again. That's all stuff that lingers with you.

Some men know that a light touch of the tongue running from a woman's toes to her ears lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between given often enough and sincerely enough would add immeasurably to world peace.

Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers.

Inside every adult there's still a child that lingers. We're happiness merchants - giving people the opportunity to dream like children.

Not only did I avoid speaking of Salinger I resisted thinking about him. I did not reread his letters to me. The experience had been too painful.

Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers. It may not be difficult to store up in the mind a vast quantity of facts within a comparatively short time but the ability to form judgments requires the severe discipline of hard work and the tempering heat of experience and maturity.