Pragmatic, blithe, the eternal, cockeyed optimist, Chris sings when he works in the gardens. When he shaves in the mornings he hums some ballet tune, feeling no trepidations, no regrets, as if long, l...
Love, when it came and knocked on my door, was going to be enough.And that unknown author who'd written that if you had fame, it was not enough, and if you had wealth as well, it was still not enough,...
Love changed all that was ordinary into something giddy, powerful, drunken, enchanted.
Love . . . I put so much faith in it. Truth . . . I kept believing it falls always from the lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith . . . it’s all bound up to love and trust. Where does one...
Los malvados siempre se las arreglan para permanecer jovenes y sanos mucho mas tiempo que aquellos que tienen un lugar reservado en el cielo
Los invitados, que habian venido tan elegantemente vestidos a la fiesta de cumplea*os, nos rodearon, pronunciando esas frases consoladoras que dice la gente cuando la verdad es que no hay nada que dec...
Look at me, she said, throwing wide her arms, appearing vulnerable, beautiful, helpless. Do you know what I am? I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her...
Let’s go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won’t be disappointed.
It’s not that I’m afraid to die, it’s only the road to death that terrifies me, for sometimes it can be so drawn out.
It is so appropriate to color hope yellow, like the sun we seldom saw. And as I begin to copy from the old memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a title comes as if inspired. 'Open the Window a...
If you had wealth and health, and beauty and talent . . . you had nothing if you didn’t have love. Love changed all that was ordinary into something giddy, powerful, drunken, enchanted.
I was the kind of child who always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the...
I was fourteen years old--and that is an age when a girl just begins to feel her power over men. And I knew I was what most boys and men considered beautiful, and I guess, in a way, I was ripe for lov...
I realize we lose our innocence in many ways, the most painful being when we realize those who are supposed to love us and care for us more than anything, really care for themselves and their own plea...
I don’t explain love, Bart. I don’t think anyone can. It grows from day to day from having contact with that other person who understands your needs, and you understand theirs. It starts with a falter...
I believe in God... but I don't believe in religion. Religion is used to manipulate and punish. Used in a thousand ways for profit for even in the church, money is still the 'real' God.
I am not at all the kind who can forget the tarnish on the reverse side of the brightest coin.
How I wished I could someday walk with a man like that--a man like Malcolm. But it was not to be. It seemed God was deaf to my hopes and prayers for love. I sighed. As I turned back to my book, I real...
He estado demasiado tiempo en la medicina para no saber que la justicia no esta distribuida con equidad
Habíamos perdido a nuestro padre, nuestro hogar, nuestros amigos y nuestras cosas, y aquella noche dejé de creer que Dios era el juez perfecto, de modo que también perdí a Dios, en cierto modo.