But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know...we understand...and still we do it. Still we do it.
But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
Питай Господ, Ралф. - отвърна Меги - Той знае всичко за болката. Нали той ни е създал такива - и нас, и целия свят. Значи той е създал и болката.
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...
She sat rocking his head back and forth, back and forth, until his grief expended itself in emptiness.
On him at the time of his majority, and was more than enough for his needs. He would live his own life, then, far from Melbourne and parents, carve his own kind of niche. But the imminence
You still think love can save us. It’s more killing than hate. Hate is so clean, so simple. Like being in the ring. With hate, you just keep hitting. You hit until they stop hitting back. With love… T...
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...
Surprised, she realized that keeping physically busy is the most effective blockade against totally mental activity human beings can erect.
Perfection in anything is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.
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!
For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain.
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.
Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.
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...
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...
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.