Why would forgiveness be of any value if it were reserved only for forgivable offenses?
Why say something, he asked her, if your words mean nothing?
Where would we go?' she asked.'Far, far away.' His eyes dipped to her lips when she moistened them with her tongue.'Ah.' Her voice was a breathless whisper. 'The very best place to go.
They were all true today but tomorrow they would be a little less so and next week less so again. It was in the nature of strong emotion that it faded away over time.
There must be something terribly wrong with her, Camille thought, that she could neither feel nor attract love. Was it possible that her quest for perfection had somehow deadened an essential part of...
There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it.What the devil was the reason?
Some things, she said, are best not known for sure, Lord Trentham.
She would try to paint. She would always try, for the road to perfection held an irresistible lure, even if the destination remained always tantalizingly just beyond the farthest horizon.
People, especially some religious people. would have us believe that it is wrong . even a sin, to love oneself. It is not. It is the basic, essential love. If you do not love yourself, you cannot poss...
Pain is not insignificant. Neither is bewilderment or fear. Or conditions like poverty or homelessness. But somewhere—somewhere—there is peace. It is not even far off. It is somewhere deep inside us,...
Now she realized she had never been kissed before. Not really. Not like this.Ah, never like this.
No time is really wasted unless one never learns the lessons that it offers.
Negativity could be frighteningly contagious. Even
Miss Daisy Morrison, behaving so scandalously on her very first public appearance among the beau monde, would not easily be forgiven. But of course a
Love is wanting to be with someone all the time.It is accepting the other person with all good qualities and bad and not wanting to change any of them. It is wanting to give affection and approval and...
I am free, you see, she said, to love or to withhold love. Love and dependence need no longer be the same thing to me. I am free to love. That is why I love you, and it is the way I love you.
I Know what you meant when you told me she was full of love and brimming over with it. And so innocent that one fears for her. Perhaps we ought not to fear for such people but for ourselves whose expe...
Every...woman, the old lady said, loves a ...rogue.
Miss Blanche Heyward, opera dancer, would have made a superlative drill sergeant if she had just been a man.
Ennui.