Most of my fundamentalist brothers and sisters - and I am an evangelical, so I can say most of my fundamentalist brothers and sisters - are quite willing to pack women off and send them as missionaries to dangerous places where they might get killed.
After World War II it was decided that, in order to prevent the Germans and the French from having another war, it would be better to tie them together into one economic pact so they would invest in each other and have mutual stakes. Until now, that ...
Die Sprache ist das Haus des Seins.
Todos los hombres pasan por estas dificultades. Para el hombre medio es éste el punto en que las exigencias de su propia vida entran en colisión dramática con las circunstancias, el punto en que tiene que luchar más duramente por alcanzar el cami...
—No me gustas, Park —repitió Eleanor en un tono que, por un instante, sonó como si hablara en serio—. Yo... —su voz casi se esfumó— creo que vivo por ti. Park cerró los ojos y dejó caer la cabeza contra la almohada. —Ni siquiera pued...
Oferecer o corpo como objeto agradavável, dar gratuitamente prazer: é isso o que os ocidentais não sabem mais fazer. Perderam totalmente o senso da doação. Podem até se esforçar, mas não conseguem mais sentir o sexo como algo natural. Não ap...
- "Les trois ours arrivent dans la chambre et Boucle d'Or se réveille. Elle a peur et s'enfuit de la maison." Fin. Bon allez il est tard, maintenant dodo. Alice - Et elle va où, Boucle d'Or ? - Ben on sait jamais, les ours ne l'ont jamais revue dan...
Ik vind het doodzonde van mijn tijd om me te verdiepen in de organische geesteswoekeringen van een dichter die me niets beters te melden heeft dan het niets, de leegte, het onverstaanbare. Het onverstaanbare heb ik thuis ook, als ik door de WC-deur h...
Go & tell your drinking buddies & psychoanalyst your neighbor has risen from the ashes. I wonder if I should tell you about the love letters hidden behind the doorjamb. This house still stands among my lavender flowers. Tell your inheritors to think ...
It wasn’t sexy," he said. “It was a little sexy,” Simon said. He felt much better, having fed, and couldn’t help but poke at Alec a bit. “It wasn’t,” said Alec. “I had some feelings,” said Simon.” "Do feel free to agonize about it...
I don't remember everything," he said. "Not yet. But I remember you." He brought her hand up, touched the gold ring on her right index finger, the Fair Folk metal warm to the touch. "Clary," he said. "You're Clary. You're my best friend.
This is the deepest wish of my heart?" "Sure," Magnus said. "Your father, proud of you. You, the hero of the hour. Me, loving you. Everyone approving of you." Alec looked over at Jace. "Okay, what about the Jace thing?" Magnus shrugged. "I don't know...
If you never tell anyone the truth about yourself, eventually you start to forget. The love, the heartbreak, the joy, the despair, the things I did that were good, the things I did that were shameful--if I kept them all inside, my memories of them wo...
My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up. Any barrier I might've succeeded in putting up around myself, any resistance I might've built up against my feelings for her, is now complete...
Caroline stamped her foot in frustration, but when it landed, it landed on something considerably less flat than the floor. "Owww!" he yelled. Oh! His foot!Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry , she mouthed.I didn't mean it. "If you think I can understand ...
I was like you once, long time ago. I believed in the dignity of man. Decency. Humanity. But I was lucky. I found out the truth early, boy. And what is the truth, Stark? It's all very simple. There's no such thing as the dignity of man. Man is a base...
Mientras cubría la distancia entre Sant Berger y mi casa, sentí que la negrura de la noche iba tiñendo mi alma. Sin que pudiera explicármelo, un malestar había empezado a roerme desde dentro como una fiera oculta. Me sentía huérfano de la vida...
Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.
Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: ‘Quick! Quick! Quick!’ And the more she destroys, the more she is renewed.
Come back to me, Tessa. Henry said that perhaps, since you had touched the soul of an angel, that you dream of Heaven now, of fields of angels and flowers of fire. Perhaps you are happy in those dreams. But I ask this out of pure selfishness. Come ba...
I think there is hope for you yet, Will Herondale. I will try to learn how to have it, without you to show me. Tessa, Jem said. She knows despair, and hope as well. you can teach each other. Find her, Will, and tell her that I loved her always. My bl...
