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He who makes fun of a short and fat man__ weight is much less cruel than he who makes fun of his height.

I'm very curious why people in school all the time from 2-3 class up to the last 6-7 they talk about football. What can be said??Sharing about a team few sentences, who has won, and rought said that's all. But why people stretch it like a Turkish delight with the same end???

Hand in hand they whispered for a while. The girl nodded and the bear laughed. Together, they made their way down the corridor and to the foot of the stairs.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Being the commander of a Ruminarii war vessel meant that he had risen to the rank by means of assassination and ruthlessness and was therefore implicitly distrusted by the Tidhii Mah____ai (Naval Command, that is The Queen Of Suth Herself.) He was expected to mete out, in generous portions, brutality to conquered subjects and to act swiftly and mercilessly in dealing with alien encounters. In short, he was expected to be a bad example.

Short questions with long answers, my boy.

Short story collections are the literary equivalent of canapés, tapas and mezze in the world of gastronomy: Delightful assortments of tasty morsels to whet the reader's appetite.

Compared to eternity, every lapse is short.

Life is too short not to start something stupid.

Whose starboard eyeSaw chariot 'swing low'?

When you abbreviate your learning, you abbreviate your growth. Expand your knowledge and you keep growing taller and fatter than your limitations.

Suddenly I register that St. Clair is shorter than Josh. Much shorter. It__ odd I didn__ notice earlier, but he doesn__ carry himself like a short guy. Most are shy or defensive, or some messed-up combination of the two, but St. Clair is confident and friendly and_

A love letter can be very short or it can be long; it can be literary or non-literary; it can be bright or dark, cheerful or tragic. But above all, for a love letter to be a love letter it must be sincere!

Only those of us live for centuries that decided not to live in their short lives.

My lungs falter short in breath by just the very thought of you.

A novel is just a story that hasn't yet discovered a way to be brief.

For a writer, life is always too short to write. I will just try my best during what remains of my life.

Neither the cat nor I missed you while you were gone. It's worse than that. We danced the visitor-gone dance, flinging our feet (and paws) with particular glee. You remember the dance - the one you do after shutting the door behind a difficult visitor (like a family member)? You hold your breath for 120 seconds then deadbolt the door, race to the bed, leap on to it and jump, twirl, bell-kick and prance, singing all the while, "she's go-onnne, she's gooo-oonne.