[...] I think no one—human or otherwise—is perfect. If perfection is the standard for normalcy, we all fail.
You are the soul of comedy, Mrs. Emerson.
Watch, he rasped, fluttering his mouth along her neck.Watch what?Us. In the mirror.Julia opened her eyes and saw the mirror mounted on the wall on the other side of the room. Somehow, it was perfectly...
The universe isn’t based on magic—there isn’t one set of circumstances for the good and one for the evil. Everyone suffers sometime. The question is what you do with your suffering.
Noah released the raven and the raven returned. If I wereable to hope, I’d hope you would return to me.
Lo amaba tanto que le dolía. Siempre lo había sentido así, con tanta intensidad que incluso en sus días más sombríos la luz de su amor había permanecido encendida.
I have a problem with anger. I have a bad temper. I have trouble controlling it, and when I lose my temper I can be very destructive.
His declaration was so honest and so frightening, the words burned into her like fire.
Here was the old Professor Emerson, simmering beneath Gabriel's chastened exterior.
—Me gusta creer que nada es imposible —susurró ella.—Aristóteles dijo que la amistad sólo es posible entre dos personas virtuosas. Así que la amistad entre nosotros es imposible.—Nadie es virtuoso del...
You’re the closest thing to an angel I’ll ever touch.
Still, all humans had this shared experience—that of suffering. No human being left this world without shedding a tear, or feeling pain, or wading into the sea of sorrow. Why should her life be any di...
She could feel the heat from his body behind her. It radiated from his chest to her shoulder blades. The silk of his bow tie brushed against her hair, penetrating it, until it grazed across the surfac...
Puedes hacer que la gente olvide antes las murmuraciones siendo excelente en tu trabajo. Si les demuestras tu valía, no habrá rumor en el mundo capaz de contrarrestarlo. Probablemente siempre tengas q...
Julianne, if one were doing a cost-benefit analysis, I would be a high-cost, high-risk, low-benefit venture.
I would never treat you like a butterfly, like something I’ve captured for my own amusement. I’d never pin you to a card and pull off your wings.
I don’t expect you to understand. You’re only a magnet for mishap, Miss Mitchell, while I am a magnet for sin.
He was distressed to learn that the Pottery Barn Kids gift registry did not extend to children's books in Italian or Yiddish.
He thought of the love and forgiveness that had been lavished on the world and more specifically, on him, through the lives of Grace and Richard. And Julianne, my sticky little leaf.
He kissed her hair. You deserve far more and far better than me, Beatrice, he whispered. La gloriosa donna della mia mente. The glorious lady of my mind.