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.
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
Porque Grace era su Beatriz. Cuando has conocido un amor como ése, cualquier otro parece una sombra del original
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...
Julia no quería que la follaran como a un animal. Quería ser amada. Ése era el tipo de sentimiento que deseaba desesperadamente, aunque en el fondo no se creía merecedora de él. Quería ser la musa de...
I’m afraid that trouble is not what you do. Trouble is what you are.
It’s a foreign way of thinking to many of us—the idea that even a fallen angel condemned to live out his days in the Inferno has some goodness left in him. Goodness that begs to be recognized, despite...
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.
Hell is knowing your fate and knowing there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.
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.
Kiss someone. Even if it's only in your mind.
—Si es tan idiota como para pensar que la belleza está en la piel y no en el corazón, espero que muera pronto y libre a la humanidad de su estupidez.
You are the only ray of hope I’ve seen since 1274. You’re the only one who has caused my heart to beat again.
Who would be so cruel?You ask this question after the Shoah? After countless instances of genocide? Human beings can be incredibly cruel.
Then you’re going to take off your suit and show me just how much you missed your phone cord. And the attachment. And the attachment.
Tal vez se había vuelto pacifista precisamente por los abusos sufridos. Tal vez las cicatrices que tenía en el alma le recordaban el daño que las palabras y las acciones podían provocar en los demás.
Some grief is so great, it can't be felt; it can only be observed. Or denied.