The weight of the lie was so great it almost didn't escape my lips and barely made it to her ears
The Bible said, as Chris quoted one memorable day, there was a time foreverything. I figured my time for happiness was just ahead, waitingfor me.
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin'for t'carry me home...' was the tune I hummed as I made the beds, and waited for the news to come that our grandfather was on his way to heaven if his gold counted, and...
Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience
I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her.
Of what value was the past when the present was so thrilling, and pleasing
What women wanted to be eaten alive, choked by a thrusting tongue? Not me, I wanted to be played like a violin, strummed pianissimo, in largo timing, fingered into legato, and let it grow into crescen...
Por cada cosa que uno gana tiene que perder algo
People make the rules of society, not God.
Love, it came unbidden.You couldn't help whom you fell in love with—cupid's arrows were ill aimed.
Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.
In the dark, the little live Christmas tree, two feet tall, sparkled with tiny colored lights, like the tears I saw glistening in my brother’s eyes.
And grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away, and the person so real, so beloved, becomes a dim, slightly out-of-focus shadow.
We were again, as we'd been before, small fledgling birds sitting on a clothesline waiting for a strong gust of wind to blow us asunder.
Isn't it funny how far we will go to be with someone we think we love. A grown man will behave like a young boy, a young boy will do everything he can to appear like a grown man. We'll risk our reputa...
Estáis aquí, pero en realidad no existís
Another year passed, much as the first did.
Ángel, Santa, engendró del diablo, buena o mala, lo cierto es que te apoderarse de mí y seré tuyo hasta el día de mi muerte. Y si tu mueres primero, no, tardaré en seguirte.
¿Y cuando ha sido justa la vida, Cathy?
Needing arms to hold me safe during the darkness, wanting kisses on my face to put me to sleep, to wake me up, to put over me a safe parasol of love.