What is it?" she asked. "I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you?" "I'm afraid not," she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. "There's too much of the devil in me for that." "Just how much devil," I grinned, "are we...
And I'd learned, the hard way, that sometimes, even with the purest intentions, we make things worse when we do our best to make things better.
The clue to everything a man should love and fear in her was there right from the start in the ironic smile that primed and swelled the archery of her full lips. There was pride in that smile and confidence in the set of her fine nose. Without unders...
Wenn einen das Schicksal nicht zum Lachen bringt, dann hat man den Witz nicht kapiert.
A dream is a place where a wish and a fear meet. When the wish and the fear are exactly the same we call the dream a nightmare.
Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.
For all his wisdom, he did not know that love cannot be tested. Honesty can be tested and loyalty. But there is not test for love. Love goes on forever, once it begins, even if we come to hate the one we love. Love goes on forever because love is bor...
We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.
Every day, when you're on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.
Friendship is something that gets harder to understand, every damn year of my life.Friendship is like a kind of algebra test that nobody passes. In my worst moods, I think the best you can say is that a friend is anyone you don't despise.
A man trusts another man when he sees enough of himself in him.
Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business
I know now what was happening to me, what was overwhelming me, what was about to consume and almost destroy me. Didier had even given me a name for it - assassin grief, he'd once called it: the kind of grief that lies in wait and attacks you from amb...
I think it is a part of growing up, learning to control our suffering.
Happiness is a myth. It was invented to make us buy new things.
Prisons are the temples where devils learn to prey. Every time we turn the key we twist the knife of fate, because every time we cage a man we close him in with hate.
The contrast between the familiar and the exceptional was everywhere around me. A bullock cart was drawn up beside a modern sports car at a traffic signal. A man squatted to relieve himself behind the discreet shelter of a satellite dish. An electric...
Gimme an honest frown over a false smile, any day.
