I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
We have a lot of rough edges still. Practice will make us better.
One can always trust to time. Insert a wedge of time and nearly everything straightens itself out.
Every match in the Euro is a dance on a razor's edge.
I like walking on the edge.
The secret of grace is that it can be all right at the center even when it is all wrong on the edges.
…beating time along the edge of thought.
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
... we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.
I don't like playing standards. I like to do my own cutting edge work.