It wasn’t a question of if a bull rider got injured, but rather when and how badly.
It was late afternoon and the last remnants of the day were fading. The sky was slowly changing color, and as I watched the sun go down I remember thinking about that brief, flickering moment when day...
In the end, you should always do the right thing, even if it's hard. I know that might not help you and that the right thing isn't always so easy to figure out.
In the end, the only one you can ever really please is yourself. How others feel is up to them.
In another time and place, she might have felt differently, but thinking along those lines was pointless now.
If we’d never met, I think I would have known that my life wasn’t complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn’t know who I was looking for.
I've come to believe that in everyone's life, there's one undeniable moment of change, a set of circumstances that suddenly alters everything.
I wish we didn't live so far apart... You're kind of addicting.
I think they've met before, she finally said.Who? Thibault and the loser?
I knew my father had done the best he could, and I had no regrets about the way I'd turned out. Regrets about journey, maybe, but not the destination.
I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you.
I don’t know you? Hell, I know you! You’re a damn coward, is what you are! You’re afraid of living because you think it means giving up this cross you’ve been carrying around your whole life. But this...
I don't want to lose you.' His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them...
I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, m...
How can I describe how much I love you?Is it even possible to describe a love like that? I don’t know, but as Isit here with pen in hand, I know that I have to try.
Hell, if they wanted to act like idiots, why try to stop them?
He still didn't think I was good enough for you. No father thinks any man is good enough for his daughter.
Frequency of sex – Women sometimes wanted; men always needed.
Finally getting control of myself, I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her e...
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