But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer—and gold weighed a ton—and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.
Books were enough to send him off on a high tangent, knowing he had a way to escape to other worlds.
At least when you were silent, you didn’t make any new enemies.
And we were alone. Locked in. All the lights were turned off. Around us, below us, this huge house seemed a monster, holding us in its sharp-toothed mouth. If we moved, whispered, breathed heavily, we...
And if he ached more than I was aching, then he was in agony.
All you need do is say good-bye to yesterday’s loves, and hello to the new. Look around and see who needs you most and you won’t go wrong. Forget who needed you yesterday.
All you need do is say good-bye to yesterday’s loves, and hello to the new. Look around and see who needs you most and you won’t go wrong. Forget who needed you yesterday. You
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Life is always like that—twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy. So, be everlastingly grateful for those rare two seconds and appreciate; appreciate what good you can find, no matter wh...
La feminidad dulce y pasiva era muy apreciada en el sur. Ropas finas, voces dulzainas, ojos tímidos y bajos, manos delicadas y móviles para expresas importancia y, sobre todo, no formular opiniones co...
He stepped beside me and encircled my shoulders with the comfort of his arm, protecting me from Joel, from everything. With him I’d live in a thatched hut, a tent, a cave. He gave me strength.
Getting older means learning how to leave with doubt and how to get home again.
Don’t try to appeal to me when I feel sick to my stomach. I ask myself each day how I can come home and not be tired of you, and still feel as I do after so many years, and after all that has happened...
Don’t cry stop, he murmured, caressing and stroking me, all my life I’ve had nothing but frustrations. I try to love others, but it’s always you . . . you, whom I can never have! Cathy . . . leave Jul...
And somewhere in that crimson-colored never-never land where i pirouetted madly, in a wild and crazy effort to exhaust myself into insensibility, i saw that man, shadowy and distant, half-hidden behin...
A flower blooms best in a happy pot.
Y, sin embargo, me sentia irritada cada vez que alguien venia a preguntar como habia muerto y a decir que era una lastima que una persona tan joven muriese asi, cuando tanta gente inutil e incapaz seg...
Creer en Dios es cosa buena, es lo que se debe hacer, pero cuando se refuerza esta creencia con palabras tomadas del Antiguo Testamento que uno mismo escoge e interpreta de manera que más le convenga,...