They were such an inspiration; Katie always did what she wanted. She was the wanderer and swimmer. Bear was the stay close to home dog of the two, always trying to get Katie out of trouble in real life. If Katie was doing something wrong, Bear would go bring her home. When Bear passed away, Katie was never the same. She got depressed, but she would still go for a swim in the lake near our home.
Loni R. Burchett
How did your mother die?' asked Delk. 'Car accident, ' Katie replied, gazing out over the water. 'She'd been to mass. A tire blew on the way home, and she was gone. I was nineteen, Pather's age, when it happened. My brother was only eleven.' She paused. 'I do know what you're going through.' Katie looked at her. 'Pather told you?' Katie nodded. Delk was glad Pather had told his sister; she was relieved not to have to tell the story again. 'Does it ever... you know... get any better?' Katie shrugged her narrow shoulders and smiled. 'In some ways it does, but it's a bit like running a long race with a rock in your shoe. You get used to it, but it always hurts a little.
Katie shook her head in dismay. 'I thought being poor was the worst thing that could happen to a girl.' 'No, Katie, ' the countess said in a clear voice. 'The worst thing is to be in love with one man and have to marry another.' Katie O'Reilly to the Countess of Marbury in "TitanicRhapsody
But Katie knew it was a sin, had known from the moment she made the decision to lie with Adam. However, the transgression wasn't making love without the sanction of marriage. It was that for the first time in her life, Katie had put herself first. Put her own wants and needs above everything and everyone else.
Katherine, ' he says when we finish. We're breathing each other's air and lying side by side, our noses almost touching. 'Mick, ' I say. 'I love your name. It suits you perfectly. Katherine. Katherine. Katherine and Mick.' And when he says my name like that, right next to his, everything is different. I've never really liked being called Katherine-all this time, despite what I've said, I've desperately missed being called Katie. I've missed being Katie. But I'm no longer Katie, I'm Katherine-and tonight, for the first time ever, I don't want to be anyone else.
I left my job as an editorial assistant with Katie Couric at CBS to start our company. I think Katie has said being at CBS was the worst time in her career. They were cutting back their news and interactive budget. I just had this very distinct feeling that I wasn't in the spring of something: I was in the late fall.
Now as he watched Katie toying with a ring that wasn't there, he felt his old investigative instincts kick in. There'd been a husband, he thought; her husband was the missing element. Either she was still married or she wasn't, but he had an undeniable hunch that Katie was still afraid of him.
Angelina, Alicia, and Katie suddenly giggled. "What?" said Wood, frowning at this lighthearted behavior. "He's that tall, good-looking one, isn't he?" said Angelina. "Strong and silent," said Katie, and they started to giggle again. "He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together," said Fred impatiently.
J. K. Rowling
I want to pick up a few other items at the house, ' Jules said as Katie stepped around the car. 'I still have my roller skates and yours in my closet.' Katie opened the door and paused, staring at Jules. 'What?' Jules asked. 'Are you serious? Our lives are in danger and you want to get our roller skates?
Yet Katie held fast to the dream that perhaps there were men in the world who appreciated good women - men capable of loving a woman enough to die for her. Something had to inspire the heroes in fairy tales and books. Her Aunt Augusta always said it was only womenfolk's eternal wish for better men that inspired such stories... but Katie liked to believe that living or, at least, once-living men inspired them.
Marcia Lynn McClure
That's great, " Katie said. "Actually, it's revolutionary. If you can work and be in love at the same time, you're the first woman I ever knew that could. Maybe you're the missing link, Amanda." Maybe you ought to get a job for the 'Ladies Home Journal.' They like simplistic shit like that.
Think about it. These guys have far more reasons to pull a prank on Doug than they do me. I kind of wished we had changed clothes, though.' 'There wasn't time,' Katie said. 'Your true love is in desperate need of your assistance. How can you think of changing into the appropriate attire for a rescue?
Robin Jones Gunn
Emotions are destructive, Ms. Dillinger. One of two things will happen to you. You will either be hurt and wish you were dead, or you will end up dead.' Katie stopped in front of the next cooler and checked inside. 'I'm human. What am I supposed to do? Just... be?' 'Welcome to the world.
There are two names that jump right out to me they are Mariska Hargitay and Katie Holmes. Both of these women are incredibly talented, and also wonderful moms, they would be down on their knees right after a take to play with their kids. They're beautiful women inside and out, and that's what inspires me!
Katie began to draw in the secrecy of her room, in anger at first, using her mother's pencils and whatever paper she could find. Sometimes, she had to steal from Nader's study to replenish her supplies, but it was worth it. She was nothing but a scribbler to begin with - scrawled lines, misshapen monsters - but slowly, she found a style.
Carla H. Krueger
Beyond the boundaries of herself, her parents and the enclosing garden walls, were open fields and other waiting places she still knew nothing of - lies of the land, perhaps. What Katie did know is that out there in the lonely nowhere was a special quietness, free of the sounds of daytime birds or foxes at night - and that it was a quietness she might like to listen to one day.
Carla H. Krueger
Those were the Rommely women: Mary, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even though her name was Nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were made out of thin invisible steel.
Jules turned off the faucet and the room became silent except for the ticking clock. 'Promise me one thing.' She picked up the dishtowel and wiped her hands. 'Promise me you're not going to get yourself killed.' Katie met her friend's gaze. 'I'm going to fight like a queen bitch to stay alive. I give you my word.
Might I not be able to love God in the ways that Katie was loving me? A desire to be close, to be in touch, to receive strokes and caresses from the Eternal, to feel warm and safe and comfortable with God? Was this not exactly what I longed for - the experience of stretching out, so to speak, on the breast of God, purring in contentment, safely supported by the everlasting arms?
Don Holt Jr.
I never thought Greek philosophy could make a damn bit of sense to me. And most of it didn't, but those words just seemed right. 'Love is composed of a single soul, inhabiting two bodies.'" He took her by the shoulders drawing her close. "It rang true for me, in a way nothing else did. Whatever soul I had, Katie, I think I placed it in your keeping twenty years ago. And now, it's as if... every time we kiss, you give a little piece of it back.
'American Idol' gives people really wonderful opportunities, and they shouldn't take flak for what people do with that opportunity after they leave the show. A lot of casting rooms I was in, that was the only thing on my resume, and people would just be like, 'Oh, here's Katie Stevens. Another 'American Idol' girl who thinks she could be an actor.'
Look, I'm good okay. I'm her... " he stopped dead. The woman at the desk looked up expectantly, "uncle." His voice faded. "Katie certainly has a lot of those, " the annoying person chirped before handing his ID back and pointing to a side door. SHe gave him a different sort of look. This one he recognized. He smiled at her. She was sort of good looking, actually. "You gay like her other uncles?" Jack laughed. "Nope.
This is the book, then , and the book of Shakespeare. And every day you must read a page of each to your child-even though you yourself do not understand what is written down and cannot sound the words properly. You must do this that the child will grow up knowing of what is great-knowing that these tenements of Williamsburg are not the whole world." Katie: " The Protestant Bible and Shakespeare.
Katie hated 'cutties' and her father's miserable mutterings of sunken military submarines. She preferred her mother's tales of her descendants - of legend farrago corn growers singing in shafts of golden sun, or of Rawhunt and Pocahontas making peace with strange coat-men - but Nader wouldn't allow them to indulge. He had strict rules about what Bea could tell 'her daughter'.
Carla H. Krueger
For no real reason - well, perhaps because of the seriousness under the trees or Nader's hair, which was very messy and covered in little grass seeds - Katie began to giggle. She knew it was wrong, yet it was also natural. She covered her mouth with both hands, but Nader was already pale with revulsion. He turned and marched away into unwanted sunlight, leaving her to wonder why bad things happened and why no good person prevented them.
Carla H. Krueger
It's hard for everyone isn't it? Anyone who says it's easy is a liar. There's this huge divide between me and Alex right now because I feel like we're living in such different worlds, I don't know what to talk about with him anymore. And we used to be able to talk all night. He phones once a week and I listen to what he's been up to during the week and try to bite my tongue every time I go into another Katie story. Truth is I have nothing other to talk about but her and I know it bores people. I think I used to be interesting once upon a time.
Most people tell themselves these excuses - I've always been this way, this is my nature, I can't help it - that are just memes. They're belief systems that keep you from being able to become all that you are intended to become. They're impediments to reaching God-realization, or Tao-centeredness. People lose track of their purpose, because they are so back there - living in their past. Byron Katie speaks about this: Who would you be without your story? Carlos Castaneda used to say if you don't have a story, you don't have to live up to it. So get rid of your story.
Whoa," Connor Stoll said. "Back up. Zoom in right there." "What?" Annabeth said nervously. "You see invaders?" "No, right there""Dylan's Candy Bar." Connor grinned at his brother. "Dude, it's open. And everyone is asleep. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Connor!" Katie Gardner scolded. She sounded like her mother, Demeter. "This is serious. You are not going to loot a candy store in the middle of a war!" "Sorry," Connor muttered, but he didn't sound very ashamed.
She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more...It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.
Katie says, "You can't choose the time and place the when and where with whom you fall in love." She says, "It just happens like that weird feeling you get right before you fall asleep when you gasp in surprise because your muscles just relaxed and you feel like you are falling." She says, "Marcie, you shouldn't worry about it - give it time to actually happen." I guess - I worry that I won't do it right. That it'll be the wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong person.
There are all sorts of different families, Katie. Some families have one mommy, some families have one daddy, or two families. And some children live with their uncle or aunt. Some live with their grandparents, and some children live with foster parents. And some live in separate homes, in separate neighborhoods, in different areas of the country - and they may not see each other for days, or weeks, months... even years at a time. But if there's love, dear... those are the ties that bind, and you'll have a family in your heart, forever.
There are details about your life I really do not want to know about. You told me he taught you how to fight with weapons, but I guess I never... ' 'Put two and two together?' Katie grinned. 'That's not like you, detective Jules.' 'I know. I guess I overlooked the gory details. Blood and guts have never been my forte. I like action. Give me Mission Impossible and CSI, but leave out the gruesome details.' They stopped upon reaching the entrance to the barn. 'Roller skating disco lover turns FBI crime scene investigator. I think there's a book waiting to be written for you.
Shocked?' Juliet queried, the light pink tint on her cheeks the only telling sign of her discomfort with the conversation. He nodded. 'Yes. I had no idea my little girl knew what fluffies were.' Juliet opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by more misguided innocence from Kate. 'They're the fluffy things Juliet keeps hidden in her dress here and here, ' she said proudly, tapping her chest to indicate just where these fluffy objects were located. Patrick blinked. 'That's quite enough, Katie love. Why don't you go paint some flowers or something. I need to have a word alone with Juliet.
I Brought My Grandma's Teeth to School I brought my grandma's teeth to school to share for show-and-tell. Billy showed his sneakers. It was more like show-and-smell. Kevin brought a violin and showed he couldn't play. Katie brought a snake to school-too bad it got away. Our class likes show-and-tell a lot, so we were sad to hear our teacher say that show-and-tell is canceled till next year.
Wait, " I said as Noah slipped a book from a shelf and headed toward the door. "Where are you going?" "To read?" But I don't want you to. "But I need to go home, " I said, my eyes meeting his. "My parents are going to kill me." "Taken care of. You're at Sophie's house." I loved Sophie. "So I'm... staying here?" "Daniel's covering for you." I loved Daniel. "Where's Katie?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Eliza's house." I loved Eliza. "And your parents?" I asked. "Some charity thing." I loved charity. "So why are you going to read when I'm right here?
To Katie, it was as lonely and secret as any building could be; its size and grandeur meant less to her. She didn't know or care when the place had been built or by whom, but she sensed it was time-rich. She also sensed, in a part of her mind she still hadn't made friends with, that it had been, at one time, far more peopled in some way. She sensed movements and changing coolnesses and whispers of histories there that were not from the present. Not ghosts - she didn't believe in those - but gentle knowings even she didn't appreciate yet. She sensed she was just one of many who had passed by its walls, across its lawns or through its shadows and lights, and, while that happened, she felt sure the house did more than just stand there. She wondered if it waited. It did not entertain as some did, did not speak as a person would and did not seek answers, yet she sometimes wondered if it had the occasional wish of its own.
Carla H. Krueger
She blew a stream of smoke up at the empty clotheslines. 'These silly dreams you have when you're young. I mean, what, Katie and Brendan Harris were going ot make a life in Las Vegas? How long would that little Eden have lasted? Maybe they'd be on their second trailer park, second kid, but it would have hit them sooner or later - life isn't happily ever after and golden sunsets and shit like that. It's work. The person you love is rarely worthy of how big your love is. Because no one is worthy of that and maybe no one deserves the burden of it, either. You'll be let down. You'll be disappointed and have your trust broken and have a lot of real sucky days. You lose more than you win. You hate the person you love as much as you love him. But, shit, you roll up your sleeves and work - at everything -because that's what growing older is.
And the second [thing about the CBS EVENING NEWS that stands out in the mind of Michael J. Fox] was something Katie did later in the interview, as the drugs kicked in and the tremors segued into the jerkiness of dyskinesias. Somewhere in the contortions of making a point, my left arm detached the microphone clip from my jacket lapel. With no fuss and hardly a break in conversation or eye contact, she calmly leaned over and refastened it. Neither of us commented on it, but it was such an empathetic gesture, so far from anything patronizing or pitying, a simple kindness that allowed me the dignity to carry on making a point more important than the superficiality of my physical circumstance... One thing was abundantly clear though, whether or not she was able to forget how much she liked me: with that single act of consideration, she made it abundantly clear how much she loved her father.
Michael J. Fox
If you are able to judge God so easily, you certainly can judge the world. You must choose two of your children to spend eternity in God's new heavens and new earth... And you must choose three of your children to spend eternity in hell... I am only asking you to do something that you believe God does. He knows every person ever conceived, and he knows them so much more deeply and clearly than you will ever know your own children... You believe he will condemn most to an eternity of torment, away from his presence and apart from his love." Mack: "I don't want to be the judge... I can't do this." You suppose then that God does this so easily, but you cannot?" This couldn't be real. How could God ask him to choose among his own children? Even if Katie or Josh, or Jon or Tyler committed some heinous crime, he still wouldn't do it. He couldn't! For him, it wasn't about their performance; it was about his love for them. Mack: "I can't, I can't... Could I go instead?... I'll go in their place... Could I do that?" He fell at her feet crying and begging now. "Please let me go for my children..I am begging you. Please... Please... " -"Now you sound like Jesus...That is how Jesus loves.
Wm. Paul Young
Speaking of tongues, they are the main reason I'm a nervous wreck. Ryan is a senior and well, sadly, I'm not all that experienced with boys. I mean, I'm a freshman and have been to dances with boys my age and even have gone out with boys, but I've never really kissed them. Not like I hope to kiss Ryan anyway. Bobby Robinson did shove his tongue into my mouth one time, when we were kissing under the bleachers at a football game, but it didn't feel so good. I'm pretty sure he didn't have it exactly right. So I talked to my friends, Katie and Lisa, about how to properly make out. But, well, here is just a bit of their unhelpful advice. Just let him take the lead, do what ever he does. Um, couldn't that get me into a lot of trouble? Just sort of kiss his tongue, but try not to drool. Don't open your mouth too wide. And then, just open your mouth wide. See? Stupid, conflicting information. And this from girls who supposedly know how to do this! I feel like I'm an undercover CIA agent trying to wrestle vital information out of a ruthless double agent, and the fate of the free world depends upon it. All the while, the President is yelling at me in a panic, saying, Somebody! Anybody! Just get me the truth!