But work used to be the lot of every man, and now it is rapidly becoming an aristocratic privilege. Men nowadays are more often paid not to work.
We are not here together just to make children, Elizabeth. What we're going to do is sanctified by marriage. It's an act of love - of love. Not merely of the flesh, but of the mind and even the soul....
Rain, rain, rain. Like a benediction from some vast inscrutable hand, long withheld, finally given. The blessed, wonderful rain. For rain meant grass, and grass was life.
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and do...
And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our d...
Something in her little soul was old enough and woman enough to feel the irresistible, stinging joy of being needed; she sat rocking his head back and forth, until his grief expended itself in emptine...
Until you can leave the matter of forgiveness to God, you will not have acquired true humility.
Corunda Base Hospital itself continued to function on doctors, nurses, domestic staff, food preparers, and ancillary staff in the same old way, so that the patients lived (or died) in relative ignoran...
All that appearance business is crap, and I'm not even going to be bothered arguing with you about it.
Do you realize that you've been married to me for just about half of your entire life?Her head came down, her eyes opened wide to stare at him. Is that all? she asked. It seems an eternity.Did I say a...
Казваш, че ме обичаш, но нямаш представа какво е любов; само редиш думи, които си научил наизуст, защото ти се струва, че звучат добре
В началото на всеки ден той си налагал да не умре и в края на деня се смеел победоносно, установявайки, че е още жив
This parish had been excellent for his self-control.
Maybe no great man is virtuous. Or good. Perhaps a man rich in those qualities by definition is barred from greatness.
Love isn't truly the body. Love is freedom to roam the heart and mind of the beloved.
But I'll pin you to the wall on your own weakness, I'll make you sell yourself like any painted whore. Mary Carson to Father Ralph.
Bien mirado, era esta una prueba de amor más evidente que un millón de besos fáciles.
Имам склонност към езиците, хер генерал, а дарбата не заслужава похвали.
Сълзитe я заслепяваха, сърцето й бе свито от непозната до сега болка, защото никога преди не бе притежавала нещо, заради което да тъгува
Às vezes a distância não conta, pensou, às vezes reduz-se ao silêncio breve que espaça as batidas de um coração.