En ocasiones sucede algo tan catastrófico que durante un tiempo, a veces durante mucho tiempo, resulta imposible ver algo en la oscuridad,incluso parece imposible creer que haya algo más allá. Pero si...
Do you have anyone in mind, Hugo? the duke asked. Not really. Hugo sighed. I have an army of female cousins and aunts who would be only too
But that was the second version, she reminded him. In the first one you had died and gone to heaven and found it was a brothel..
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.
Ben walked into the house and up the stairs with his two canes, but he propelled himself about much of the time after that in a wheeled chair, having decided that it was not an admission of defeat but...
And then, when I was at my lowest ebb, you came. And you somehow coaxed me into talking to you as though you were a trusted confidant. And then you flirted with me. For a few moments you bore me off w...
All people, he thought with a sigh as he left the room, had their own demons to be fought—or not fought. Perhaps that was what life was all about. Perhaps life was a test to see how well we deal with...
Ah, those eyes, he said. They can speak volumes, but sometimes even I cannot translate the language. And we never did invent enough signs for deeper thoughts and feelings.
What she ought to have done as soon as she discovered that Lady Webb was not in London to help her. She was going to find the Earl of Durbury if he was still in town. If he was not, she was going to f...
Physical, mental, and financial collapse had had its roots in years of weakness and self-indulgence. Near financial ruin rarely came overnight.
Openness and truth between partners were necessary if the marriage was to have a chance of bringing them any sort of happiness.
Your sense of guilt will linger. It will always be part of you. but sharing it, allowing people to love you anyway, will do you the world of good. Secrets need an outlet if they are not to fester and...
You have a disconcerting way of looking at me so directly that I feel as though you could see right through into my soul, Mr. Cunningham, she said. I suppose it is the artist in you.
Why have you done all this for me? She turned her head to look at him. Tell me the truth.He shook his head slowly.I don't think I could have been more terrified of the devil than I was of you, she sai...
The price of love, she thought, was pain. Was it worth it? Was it better not to love at all?
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...
One of the most horrible realities about the death of someone closely related, she remembered, was the necessity of going on almost immediately with the trivialities of living. As though nothing of an...
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...
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...