En ocasiones necesitamos tiempo para adquirir sabiduría y reparar los errores del pasado
Every...woman, the old lady said, loves a ...rogue.
Good Lord, even to his own ears they sounded like a pair of coconspirators being so overhearty in their enthusiastic simulation of innocence that they proclaimed themselves as guilty as hell.
He looked windblown and out of breath and ... virile. What a horrid, shocking word. Where had that thought come from?
He wanted desperately to love her, to be able to make her happy, to be a family with her and their children. He wanted the dream—home, wife, children, love, happiness. Not fleetingly—gone almost befor...
He was insulting her sex but complimenting her personally. Was she supposed to simper with gratitude?
His years of dependency were past. It was time to grow up and take charge. It was not going to be easy. But he had long ago realized that he must treat his blindness as a challenge rather than as a ha...
How fragile were the moments of chance on which the whole course of one's life hinged.
I do not believe there is right or wrong, he said. there is only doing what one must do under given circumstances and living with the consequences and weaving every experiences, good and bad, into the...
I perceive, he said, that you are of the half-empty-glass school of thought, Miss Osbourne, while I am of the half-full school. Then we are quite incompatible, she said. Not necessarily so, he said. S...
If there were no illusions, there would bo no disillusionment. But then one would have no fond memories either, with which fortify oneself against the pain of the reality.
If we were to see the grandeur of our real selves, I suspect we would also see the necessity of living up to who we really are. And most of us are too lazy for that. Or else we are having too good a t...
It is hard, is it not, he said, to have one’s life develop quite differently from what one expected and to feel not fully in command of it?
It was a fear that disappeared once the action started, to be replaced by the mad bloodlust that was sometimes called courage.
It was what remained to a relationship after the first euphoria of the romance had faded.
Life so often becomes a determined, relentless avoidance of pain - of one's own, of other people's. But sometimes pain has to be acknowledged and even touched so that one can move into it and through...
Living in a house with a large library, she said, is a little like living in heaven
Tell me, Lady Angeline, is there a color represented in your rather splendid riding hat? It would be a shame if there were. It would be sitting all alone on a palette somewhere, feeling rejected and...
The people we love are usually stronger than we give them credit for. It is the nature of love, perhaps, to want to shoulder all the pain rather than see the loved one suffer. But sometimes pain is be...
The price of love, she thought, was pain. Was it worth it? Was it better not to love at all?
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