He said, No one else can ever feel your pain.One corner of her mouth lifted in a stern smile. Yes. That’s acomfort, isn’t it? It may not be enviable, but my pain is mine.
Gazala,
But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.
All that power held dormant, sleeping, only needing the detonation of a touch to trigger a chaos in which mind was subservient to passion, mind’s will extinguished in body’s will.
Птичката с тръна в гърдите следва неумолим закон.Сама не знае какво я кара да забие шипа в сърцето си и да умре, пеейки. Когато острия трън я пронизва,тя не подозира, че я очаква смърт..само пее и пее...
От свободно падащите черни къдрави коси и поразително сините очи до изящните ръце и крака отец Ралф беше действително съвършен. Не, изключено беше да не си дава сметка за това. И все пак държанието му...
Then God's a bigger poofter than Sweet Willie. You might be right said Justine. He certainly isn't too fond of women, anyway. Second-class, that's us, way back in the Upper Circle. Front Stalls and th...
It’s Fortune, he said. I was given the hardest consulship a man has ever had. Just as I was given the hardest life a man has ever had. I’m not the kind to surrender, and I’m not the kind to care how I...
Ir iš tiesų netrukus tekančio vandens šniokštimas pamažu nustelbė visur aplinkui šlamančius medžius, tyliai kalbančius vieni su kitais alsia, gailia šneka, kokia ramiomis dienomis prabyla eukaliptai.
If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!
But not we men. We weren't fit to be told. For so you women think, and hug your mysteries, getting your backs on us for the slight God did in not creating you in His image.
Anh luôn trả lời câu hỏi của em bằng một câu hỏi khác
She looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.
Что толку томиться по человеку, если он все равно твоим никогда не будет?
Защо ни наби всички, Франк? — попита Меги. — Казах й, че само аз съм виновна.Франк свикна с миризмата от повръщано и вече не обръщаше внимание. Протегна ръка, поглади разсеяно кобилата по носа и я изб...
She sat rocking his head back and forth, back and forth, until his grief expended itself in emptiness.
Surprised, she realized that keeping physically busy is the most effective blockade against totally mental activity human beings can erect.
No creo que el final sea muy feliz. Creo que obtendremos el resultado que se obtiene siempre con la imparcialidad. Nadie nos dará las gracias, y todos nos criticarán.
Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it make us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with a thorn in it's breast, si...