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...
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...
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...
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.
Pero el pasado no se puede cambiar. Solo podemos controlar unpoco el futuro.
Living in a house with a large library, she said, is a little like living in heaven
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...
It was what remained to a relationship after the first euphoria of the romance had faded.
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?
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...
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.
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...
He would never know know her. Such intimacy but no communication, because words - even if she could speak or write them - could never explain her world to him.
He offered his arm and she took it. And the world was the same place.And forever different.
He looked windblown and out of breath and ... virile. What a horrid, shocking word. Where had that thought come from?
Fear must be challenged, I have found. It is a powerful beat if it is allowed the mastery.
By God, he thought, she was a fascinating person. She was going to take some knowing, some understanding. For the first time in a long while he began to doubt his artistic abilities. How would he ever...
But really there was no hurry. It is time to love, he had said downstairs. And time was not always just one second long or even one minute or one hour. Those were artificial divisions, imposed by huma...
But parents, she supposed, were not the pinnacle of perfection their children thought or expected them to be. They were humans who usually did the best they could but often made the wrong choices.
But I was a dreamer, you see, not a weakling.