I do not expect you to understand, Mr. Cunningham. You do not have the experience to understand what has happened to me, just as I do not have the experience to understand what has happened to you in...
I have always been a spectator of life, you know, never a participant. Never. But now I am. Today I am, and I an awed and deliriously happy. This is the adventure I asked for, the adventure I am havin...
I think it is more tha6 the sea is a reminder of how little control we have over our own lives no matter how carefully we try to plan and order them. Everything changes in ways we least expect, and ev...
If he ever grew to understand himself, Hugo decided, it would be a miracle of the first order. Not
If only the devil were feminine - perhaps he (she) was; no one had ever seemed to think of that - he would readily believe that her pseudonym was Daisy Morrison.
If she allowed herself to wallow in self-pity, she would be in danger of becoming one of those habitual moaners and complainers everyone avoided.
It is a common failing of men. They see someone they consider beautiful and desirable and eligible, and they imagine that they love her. In fact, though, they love themselves reflected in her eyes.
La vida no era perfecta.Salvo en ocasiones.
Life was very sad if there were not - and unbearably so if one's experience with romantic love turned one into an incurable cynic.
Pero el pasado no se puede cambiar. Solo podemos controlar unpoco el futuro.
She could not expect any man to love her that deeply if she did not also understand that he simply was, and that his wasness or isness made him forever the love of her heart. The love of her life.
She hated him. She believed the heavy ache in her heart would never go away. And then she felt sudden panic. Her portrait. Her precious painting. She had left home without it! Home? Home? All the fash...
Some instinct told her that this was usually done in darkness and with eyes tightly shut, that usually all the pleasure was hugged tightly to oneself, the pleasure-giver shut out. Even in her inexperi...
Sou todas as pessoas que já fui - esclareceu - e todas as experiências que vivi. Não tenho de fazer opções. Não tenho de renegar uma identidade para poder reclamar outra. Sou quem sou.In Uma noite de...
Suffering can kill. Not always physically. But it can kill dreams and it can deaden hope and the will to live.
That is the excitement of life, he said when he was finished. The not knowing. It is often best not to know.
The only thing you can neither plan nor control, my dearest love, the duke had once told her, is love itself. When you find it, you must yield to it. But only if it is the one and only true passion of...
The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.
The trouble with life sometimes is that we are all in it together.
This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.
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