Oh yeah, she wanted to be this man's prey in every way. She'd felt his brand of dominance and wanted more of it.
(…)man holds the remedy in his own hands, and lets everything go its own way, simply through cowardice- that is an axiom.
One foot in front of the other, wasn't that the grownup way of solving problems? Surely he ought to be a grownup at his age.
If there were several ways to dwell with a perfect God, God wouldn't have had to leave His glory, entering a dead world to save us.
I remember the way his eyes pinned my body against the backdrop of Paris as if I was some rare butterfly pinned to an exhibit box.
[The atonement's] authenticity and value in no way depend on the response of any man, but depend instead on its satisfaction of God and the demands of His righteousness.
And then I know I'm being a man, not just some kid who's upset and wants it his way.
The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...
You can't walk alone. Many have given the illusion, but none have really walked alone. Man is not made that way. Each man is bedded in his people, their history, their culture, and their values.
Critics? Don't talk to me of critics! You think some jackanapes journalist, his soul eaten away by the maggots of jealousy and failure, has anything worthwhile to say of art? I don't.
However, I have an enormous desire to change his way of life and try to re-educate him with the ingredient called ardent affection.~Emily
The way he said it, with a twinkle in his already too-twinkly blue eyes, made Aimee feel twinkly, too.
Do you trust me to be strong enough…strong enough to love you in the way you need to be loved?
The satisfying sound of bone giving way, as well as his outraged cry, made the you-had-it-coming-asshole angles sing.
By dint of waiting, he hoped his heart would wear out and stop beating. What other way was there to stop loving someone?
The way to Braden's heart is through his dick. It's just wrapped up in latex and usually between some girl's legs.
Through my pain and sorrow, God has prepared me to share His word with others in a way that was made just for me.
Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life.
I was irritated by the way he conflated his own shifting needs with an impersonal destiny. I want it, therefore...it's in the stars!
He caught his breath, not because of her bedraggled appearance, but rather because of the way she stood, so straight and tall. Courageous.
... it was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect upon his character and conduct...
