fine

My love of fine art increased - the more of it I saw, the more of it I wanted to see.

The line between failure and success is so fine that we scarcely know when we pass it: so fine that we are often on the line and do not know it.

Occasionally, a re-enactment is a fine thing. I love Civil War re-enactments.

We were emerging from the period of war, of uniforms, of women-soldiers built like boxers. I drew women-flowers, soft shoulders, fine waists like liana and wide skirts like corolla.

Our humor turns our anger into a fine art.

It is fine to be involved in social life and bring life to the community

Everything is going to be fine in the end. If it's not, it's not the end.

Everything is going to be fine in the end. If it's not fine it's not the end.

I__l be fine. I__ always fine.

I don't like the words 'I'm fine'. My mom tells me those two words are the most-frequently-told lie in the English lenguage.

Both girls jumped at a hard blow on the door. Eve hastily unlocked the door and stepped back as it flew open, and Shane charged through.__ow_?__ He was breathing hard, and he had a crowbar in his hand. He__ have broken through the locks, Claire realized, if he__ had to. She came toward him slowly, trying to figure out what he was feeling, and he dropped the crowbar and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up off the ground. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, and the warm, fast pump of his breath on her skin made her shiver in raw delight. __h Christ, Claire. I__ sorry. I__ so sorry.____ot your fault,__ Eve said. She held out the field hockey stick. __ook! I hit him. Um, twice.____ood.__ Shane kissed Claire__ cheek and let her slide back down to the floor, but he kept hold of her arms. His eyes, bright under the bruises and swelling, surveyed her carefully. __e didn__ hurt you? Either of you?____ hit him!__ Eve repeated brightly, and brandished the stick again for emphasis

I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you__e turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn__ even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrowfor I am not a poem. I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspiredbut empty and weary from drinking too much at all timesand I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speakfor I don__ speak muchat alland my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too muchor not at alland never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am nota poembut an elegyat my bestbut unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there__ only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I__ pretty fine with that,but others are not.

There are no good tights, It´s all such a rare sight... Gently, I put one in. Holes are within! They´re only good for a fight.

Sometimes, though, we let ourselves get so used to being 'fine' that we lose track of how 'not fine' we are.

The devil will not be fine about your blessing and will make sure that your blessings become your headache

The devil will fine about your blessing and will make sure that your blessings become your headache

Your mother is going to be fine," the nurse says. I breathe more easily but the word settles into my stomach. Fine. Was she fine before?

Good neighbors always spy on you to make sure you are doing well.