Somehow Someway Quotes

Big moments happen with the smallest actions, and sometimes it's not until later we connect the dots, but in that instant, I knew that somehow, someway Declan was going to own my heart.

I had tasted what to me was life, and I would have more of it, somehow, someway.

I'm not sure I'll ever know the meaning of life or what comes for us after death, but I know it's more than the hysteria people make it out to be. It's about freeing your soul when no one else can; turning thirty and still feeling like you're seventeen. It's about taking chances on a whim, embracing the rain during the storm, and smiling so damn much that you start to cry. It's never regretting, never forgetting, and always being. It's kissing underwater and touching in the dark. Loving even when you think it's emotionally impossible and surviving someway and somehow. It's about living life with a full heart and an overflowing glass. I live life on the edge. I dream, I care, and I belong. I know there's a here and now. I know that I want it.

Somehow, someway, I had to figure out how to talk my husband (and the king and queen) into accepting me as a replacement for good and communicate with Sjofn that her hopes for Lunwyn had come true. I was going to stay with the man I loved in this fabulous world that had elves and dragons (and people who wanted to kill me, but I decided not to think of that). And I was going to do it forever.

Not to know the end of the tale filled me with a sense of emptiness, loss. I hungered for the sharp, frightening, breathtaking, almost painful excitement that the story had given me, and I vowed that as soon as I was old enough I would buy all the novels there were and read them to feed that thirst for violence that was in me, for intrigue, for plotting, for secrecy, for bloody murders. So profoundly responsive a chord had the tale struck in me that the threats of my mother and grandmother had no effect whatsoever. They read my insistence as mere obstinacy, as foolishness, something that would quickly pass; and they had no notion how desperately serious the tale had made me. They could not have known that Ella's whispered story of deception and murder had been the first experience in my life that had elicited from me a total emotional response. No words or punishment could have possibly made me doubt. I had tasted what to me was life, and I would have more of it, somehow, someway.

The difference between this waiting period and the wait that I had already been enduring was that I was no longer hoping that he would see me, wishing that he would work, or wondering if he would care. Instead, I knew that he would be at work in my marriage, and that somehow, someway, someday he would be glorified through our sufferings.

Because somehow, the snake felt like a gift. A promise. That someday, someway, I’d be able to move on from this horror—shed my old skin and be reborn something stronger.

Isa, someway, somehow, you will come to learn that there isn’t a place on earth where you wouldn’t be able to reach me. Sky and sea included. Talk to you soon, tesoro.

Somehow, someday, someway, I wanted to be as good as he thought I was. I wanted to deserve him. It was my new mission in life.

When you sow a seed it will grow. Somehow, someway, it will grow.

Scott: What's the cure? Doctor: There is none. Scott: But that isn't what I heard. The optimist in me translated the gloomy news as "Scott, you will be the first person in the world to be cured of spasmodic dysphonia." And I decided that after I cured myself, somehow, someway, I would spread the word to others. I wouldn't be satisfied escaping from my prison of silence. I was planning to escape, free the other inmates, shoot the warden, and burn down the prison.

Life is not about one obstacle, but many. What’s required of us is not some shortsighted focus on a single facet of a problem, but simply a determination that we will get to where we need to go, somehow, someway, and nothing will stop us. We will overcome every obstacle—and there will be many in life—until we get there. Persistence is an action. Perseverance is a matter of will. One is energy. The other, endurance.

September could not even say it was beautiful. It was ever so much bigger and grander than beautiful. She had a feeling stuck in her and she could not name it. It bobbed up and down in her heart like a crystal bottle with a message inside—but she could not get out the stopper. Many years later, folk whose names you and I studied in school went up to the roof of our world and looked down. Perhaps they could name the feeling for her. It’s something like suddenly stepping out of your own skin and seeing yourself from the outside, seeing the body you live in the way it looks to the stars and the sun and the sky and everyone who knows you, without mirrors or photographs or reflections in shop windows. You look at that silly old place you’ve been walking around in and forgetting to brush your teeth or braid your hair neatly and it is nothing like you thought, but somehow, someway, better than you ever hoped it could be. If you want to know a secret—and I do love to tell you secrets when no one else can hear—you cannot grow up at all until you’ve done it, not if you are a little girl nor a whole species.

Learn something new and grow somehow, someway, every day.

the Christmas story is the worst news ever. I’m going to ask you to humbly open your heart to this second part, the bad news part of the Christmas story. God has to invade our world in the person of Jesus because there was simply no other way. And why was there no other way? Prepare for the bad news. There was no other way because our big problem in life is not familial or historical or societal or political or relational or ecclesiastical or financial. The biggest, darkest thing that all of us have to face, and that somehow, someway influences everything we think, say, and do, isn’t outside us; it’s inside. If you had none of the above problems in your life, you would still be in grave danger, because of the danger you are to yourself. If the only thing human beings needed were a little external tweaking of their life circumstances, then the coming of Jesus to earth wouldn’t make any sense. But if the greatest danger to all of us lives inside us and not outside us, then the radical intervention of the incarnation of Jesus is our only hope.

Just wait until I tell Cass. She’s going to be so far up your ass you’ll beg for lube.

The truth was I’d been so occupied with taking care of her that I’d neglected myself.

I have loved you every single minute of every single day since I laid eyes on you. Happy. Sad. Desperate. Lost in love. You were all of my memories. And then suddenly, I was none of yours. I always swore to myself I would get you back. Somehow. Someway. Well, this was my way. I would tear the gates to hell down if need be. You are mine, Remi. Past, present, and if I get any say in it…future.

It was impossible for my touch not to affect her and utterly futile for me to resist hers.

I believed in fate. I believed that we had been predestined to spend a lifetime together.

Someway, somehow this is destined, Becky. You were meant to come to Lunenburg and move next to me. You. Not just any ordinary girl. The gifted-ghost-seeing girl.

I feel like I have no idea who I am. I know that’s so fucking cliché, but … I thought I knew who I was then. And now …” She lifted her hands, letting them fill with starlight. “What’s the end goal in this? Somehow, someway, overthrowing the Asteri? What then? Rebuilding a government, an entire world? What if it triggers another war?

Perfect didn’t exist for me and Remi. We were battered soldiers fighting an endless war. A war I tirelessly waged day after day and night after night.

Remi Grey had been born to be mine.

Who are you?” I whispered. … “Same person I’ve always been: yours.

some days, i'm delicate like daisies; the other ones, i'm the savage wilderness. there are moments i feel light like the gentle breeze from the ocean, then again, there are nights i feel my burden. i can own my skin, my soul, my style on a couple days of the week, but somehow, someway, insecurities fill in the gaps of this self love i'm practicing. and for a few minutes, i feel like i'm drowning under the weight of my sorrows but then i breath and remind this heart - i am, i exist and i matter.

Alexander risked his life by being on the forefront. Alexander wore distinctive armor. So that his rush, would be missed by no one on the field. Why did he risk his life like this? First and most certainly, to inspire his men. They would follow their champions example. And attack with equal fire and passion. But Alexander believed something greater. His conviction was that heaven witnessing his act of valor and fearlessness, would be compelled to act as well. The higher dimension, would intervene, somehow, someway, in Alexander’s favor.

My book may not have been the right fit for those publishers, but it was the right fit for my readers, and that’s why I knew I was going to publish it – someway, somehow. By that point, I was ready to sky-write the damn thing.

And then Pan guides his cock into me too and somehow, someway, Peter Pan and the Dark One both fill me up at the same time.

desperate men make desperate decisions. The question was how badly would they grow to regret them.

No matter what the universe threw at us, I would never give up on that woman. We were a team. Through and through. We hadn’t gotten married yet, but I’d already vowed for better or worse a hundred times over.

Move the fuck on! She isn’t the only woman in the world, Bowen.” “She is to me,” I shot right back.

There is not a scenario in this whole damn world where Remi and I don’t end up together.

We were a man and a woman working off debts to one another’s souls. It just so happened that we were doing that fully clothed, in broad daylight, hunched over the arm of an expensive club chair in an office downtown. And it was perfect.

Who knew that utter joy and the darkest sorrow could exist in the same moment?

Just as quickly, Bowen’s hand landed on his wrist, a storm brewing in his eyes as he ordered, “Don’t fucking touch her again.” Oh shit, was my first thought. My second was ohhhh shit, complete with a silent moan and some serious nipple tingling, but I figured I should defuse the situation before orgasming.

I see a man put his hands on you when your body language reads loud and clear to both him and me that you do not want to be touched, I don’t give a fuck if you’ve slept with him or not. But…” He paused, the side of his lip twitching. “Thanks for the clarification.

Caring for someone in the present meant also caring for the past that had molded them into the person they’d become.

My subconscious was a real bitch, taunting me with not only horrors of the past but also the infinite catastrophic possibilities of the future.

Every day, I lost myself a little more as the distance between what-could-have-been and what-would-never-be became more and more suffocating. I was a man with an anchor tied around his ankle, only seeing the surface of the ocean from beneath the waves. My lungs were on fire, and the life I was so desperate to hold on to was just out of my reach.

Imagine finding out you’re a pawn in a game you didn’t even know you were playing. A game created and executed by the people who supposedly loved you the most.

I’d avoided dating in general just to avoid even the possibility of a relationship—or more accurately the inevitable failure of a relationship.

Confucius says dig two graves before embarking on a journey of revenge. I guess he was right. When you go seeking revenge, some small part of you will die a death … someway, somehow. But from the ashes of that, something new will rise, something different, something better.

Sandy Stranded at the drive in Branded a fool What will they say Monday at school? Sandy, can't you see I'm in misery? You made a start, now we're apart There's nothing left for me Love has flown all alone I sit and wonder why, oh? Why you left me, oh Sandy Oh Sandy, baby, someday When high school is done Somehow, someway Our two worlds will be one In Heaven forever And ever we will be Oh please, say you'll stay Oh Sandy Sandy my darling', you hurt me real bad You know it's true But baby you gotta believe me when I say I'm helpless without you Love has flown all alone I sit I wonder why Why you left me, oh Sandy? Sandy, Sandy, why, oh Sandy?

I loved that he was patient with me when I struggled at times to fight my demons and that he accepted me for how I was, not who he thought I should be. Of all the gifts that Gabe brought to my life, those were my two favorites. And somehow, someway, that beautiful soul was in love with me. “He’s

And, really, if she had been given the choice- the whole choice, the good, and the bad, the pain and the glory,- she would have taken it. She would have said yes. Who knows, maybe she HAD been given that choice; maybe there was a reality in which she had chosen this life, somehow, someway, in that realm in which the truth was grander than anything one could know with the mind, but which did not, for Honorata, have anything to do with religion or a church of the way in which people spoke of these things.

She was going to die soon and Gabriel Cionaodh Marcus Mac Braire, somehow, someway, would be the catalyst.

it’s a liar and a cheater. And if I don’t know anything else, I know that cheater’s never win. Somehow, someway, they always lose.

But she also knew that the God who made him would give her the strength to carry out her vow. She would give the boy back to God because he belonged to God. Because she had promised. Because none of them were really their own. God, Maker of all things, was the One who gave and took away, and she had been given a great gift. Too soon she would give that gift back, because God had need of this child. Just how, she did not know, but somehow, someway, her son would do God's will and bring Him glory.

Somehow, someway, it will happen. Because anything is a possible (The Law of Pure Potential) and there is plenty to go around (The Law of Abundance).

What do successful people (athletes, entrepreneurs, singers, actors, the wealthy, etcetera) all have in common? They never bought into the illusion that they were limited in some way. They believed that somehow, someway, they could achieve whatever it was they set their mind to.

No. He would die betrayed and tortured by the very people he’d risked his own life to help. And when they shoved the muzzle into his mouth and tightened its thin strap around his head until he tasted nothing but his own blood, a new fire burned through him. I won’t let you kill me. I will survive this. Somehow. Someway. And when he did… He was going to kill every one of them. Slowly.

Choose the truth or facts rather than choosing sides. Those who want you to side with them , manipulate information to push their narrative. When you choose sides you will be disappointed by the results, because the truth always comes out somehow, someway.

They knew that their story wasn’t over when their life was over—that their bodies, somehow, someway, were destined to be a part of that story, and so it mattered where and how those bodies were buried. When the day came to go to the “city” God had “prepared for them,” they wanted to walk into that city together, as a family.

I may be leaving this earth, but I will remain in the stars. I will watch over you and protect you, and when it is your time and you are ready to find me once more, you will fall into my arms. And when you do, all the planets and asteroids and stars and specks of dust in this endless universe will sigh in unison, because they will all know that our souls found their way together—somehow, someway, just as they were always supposed to.

How does one shake off desire? To give it a voice is to sow a seed, knowing that somehow, someway, it will grow. It is to admit and submit to something which is on the outer limits of your understanding.

You have to believe, somehow and someway, in the possibility that we will reconcile to each other as humans.

We all fail somehow, someway every day. Often failure is the workroom God uses in our lives to reform us to be what we need to be in order to be more successful tools in his hands.

Why does he take one giant leap forward only to take two steps back? And why do I even care? Yeah, I know . . . I know. Everyone knows. Because somehow, someway, I’ve started to care about him.

Living to a label can only become a part of your personal truth and concept of self if at some level it is working for you. Living to that label, giving your power away, provides some kind of income—social, spiritual, economic, or otherwise—that can make even the most painful and inappropriate labels highly durable and stubbornly resistant to change. Somehow, someway, accepting the definition of that label provides you some currency or you wouldn’t do it. Maybe it’s an excuse to be passive or angry or play the victim, but whatever it is, you wouldn’t do it without a reward, however sick that payoff might be.

Isla would have to bear the sorrow in order to protect her son. She knew what kind of temper Rune Dolph possessed, and if something should anger him, there was nothing that could escape his rage, not even his son. Somehow, someway, Isla would find her way out of this. It was better for Emmel that he leave. She just hoped he

I’d never been in love. Never wanted to be in love. Hell, I didn’t even know what love was. It was always something I’d heard about, not experienced, until I met a woman who cracked my ironclad defenses like no one had before. Someone who loved the rain and animals and Rocky Road ice cream on quiet nights. Someone who saw all my scars and ugliness and still found me worthy, and somehow, someway, she’d filled the cracks in a soul I never thought would be whole again. I might not know what love was, but I knew I was in love with Bridget von Ascheberg, to the point where even I—the man who was so good at denying himself anything good in life—couldn’t deny it.

And maybe, just maybe, when the time is right, I’ll find the courage to tell her how I really feel, to lay my heart bare and hope that she feels the same way. Until then, I’ll savor every second I have with her, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word, and pray that somehow, someway, we’ll find our way to each other in the end.

The bundle in her arms cried at being jostled. She cried with him. For the nine months that she had carried him in her young womb, the beautiful product of a ghastly, horrific act, she had vowed to herself that she would get him out. She knew what they did to the children born in this hell, how they took them and began grooming them before they could even speak properly. And she had vowed that no matter what happened, her child would not grow up in the hell she had. Somehow, someway, she would get him out or die trying.

Somehow, someway, I'm going to create a community of people who believed that disability itself is not a barrier; the biggest barriers are social, physical, and digital.

He needed to get the fuck out of here. Somehow, someway, Lara brought out the emotional shit he thought he'd locked away long ago. He didn't like the muck she dredged up. Fuck. He didn't like feeling anything at all. and he kind of resented her for it.

I never thought I’d see the day. Rhys Larsen in love.” In love. I’d never been in love. Never wanted to be in love. Hell, I didn’t even know what love was. It was always something I’d heard about, not experienced, until I met a woman who cracked my ironclad defenses like no one had before. Someone who loved the rain and animals and rocky road ice cream on quiet nights. Someone who saw all my scars and ugliness and still found me worthy, and somehow, someway, she’d filled the cracks in a soul I never thought would be whole again.

Baseball is kinda like Hollywood that way. It’s been dying forever. It lost out to football a long time ago. Like Hollywood losing out to TV. The demise is always right around the corner. But it keeps reinventing itself and perpetuating itself, somehow, someway. Baseball is sort of a perpetual motion machine. It gets passed on from generation to generation. You take the baton and pass it to the next. Kinda beautiful that way. Movies and baseball.

You took my call from the plane? That’s currently still flying in the sky?” I ask, shocked. “Isa, someway, somehow, you will come to learn that there isn’t a place on earth where you wouldn’t be able to reach me. Sky and sea included. Talk to you soon, tesoro.

There are Black people everywhere, and everywhere we are, we know how to create community. Somehow, someway, without meeting each other, living in different regions, speaking different languages, there is a knowing, a way of being that we all relate to. We are not a monolith, yet even in our individuality, we are one.

If this were Underland, the sign would say things like Go and Fuck and Yourself and all the arrows would be pointing right at you, somehow, someway, inexplicably.