You are the soul of comedy, Mrs. Emerson.
To the Nuptial Bowre I led her blushing like the Morn: all Heav’n, And happie Constellations on that houre.
This must be love, she murmured, in between sips of water.What's that? He sat behind her, cradling her in his arms.You held my hair, Professor. You must love me.He reached a tentative hand to her lowe...
This is the culmination of all my hopes, Gabriel. Julia reached out to him and he strained to catch her pinky finger with his own. This is my happy ending.
There’s nothing sexier than having the woman you love shave you, while you enjoy her body.
So all of this agony was for nothing?You exposed us to malicious gossip for nothing.You were cruel.So were you.You hurt me.And you hurt me. Is revenge everything you dreamed it might be?
Siempre te querré, Julianne, me quieras tú o no. Eres mi cielo. Y mi infierno
She just wanted to be left alone to lick her wounds, like a puppy that had been kicked repeatedly.
No one deserves mercy. Not deserving it is what makes it mercy.
No digo que se lo merezcan. Y no te pido que olvides ni que finjas que no ocurrió nada. Sólo te pido que lo pienses.
Marriage is a sacrament that exists partially to protect women from sexual exploitation. If you take that protection away from her, then she is little more than your mistress, no matter what you choos...
Julianne, I love you with all four loves. But tonight is a celebration of eros
I’m afraid that trouble is not what you do. Trouble is what you are.
I want to be better.Then be better. Accept the fact that God didn't bring you this far only to abandon you. He isn't that kind of father. And you won't be either.
I glad I your frist- Gabriel Emerson
He has a heart, somewhere, underneath everything else. I know, I saw it once.
He closed his eyes and inhaled once again. And when he opened them, he peered over at her like a wounded dragon. You are looking at a murderer.
Dos casi amantes se entrelazaban como la hiedra bajo el cielo de noviembre, con la luna y las estrellas como única iluminación.
—La realidad es mejor que la fantasía, Gabriel.—No si convertimos la fantasía en nuestra realidad.
You’re an emotional rollercoaster, and I wanted to climb off.