Orgy of sampling Europe’s charms, she never went back, and that was strange. In his experience people always
You just hang onto the thought that every dog has its day, even the bitches
What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?
Truly God was good, to make man so blind.
Stayed as close to Theatre as she could, working Casualty or Men’s;
Father could hope for in a son.To have
Your Eminence, it doesn’t matter, said Dane softly. What you say doesn’t make you any less my conception of the perfect priest. I think you don’t understand what I mean, that’s all. I don’t mean an in...
Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.
Why is it, Caesar, that there’s always a man like Lucius Metellus? If there were not, Antonius, this world might work better. Though if this world worked better, there’d be no place in it for men like...
The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in i...
Meggie dropped to her knees, scrambling frantically to collect the miniature clothes before more damage was done them, then she began picking among the grass blades where she thought the pearls might...
He was, he admitted, a man who liked to have his cake and eat it too.
Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast,...
Cerība ir visnežēlīgākā pavadone, un reizēm otram vislabāk var palīdzēt, nogalinot viņā bezcerīgu cerību.
Beware the Greeks when they bear gifts.
Age brought wisdom, but it also brought a genuine gratitude for the happiness of sharing life with someone as much liked as loved.
Но да разбереш грешката си, не значи още, че можеш да я поправиш.
Went to the cross eight months before His
Wir verachten immer das, wovon es zuviel gibt. Hier draußen sind das die Schafe, aber in der Stadt sind es Menschen.
When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.