The guilt over his secret was eating him up alive, but hell, the feel of her in his arms threatened to override all of it. This was Maria, the woman he’d fantasized about for almost a decade. In his arms. He shifted again and tried to pull his hips...
I was merely observing; I have no agenda." He looked at his hand, still touching hers. "Where did you get that ring?" She contracted her hand into a fist as she pulled it away from him. The amethyst in her ring glowed in the firelight. "It was a gift...
The thrower of stones throws away the strength of his own arm.
Every dog is a great barker at the door of his own house.
The angry hammer works off his fury on the steel.
The soul of a fool is always dancing on the tip of his tongue.
The soul of an idiot is always dancing on the end of his tongue.
A dead man does not know where his grave is.
Whoever wants to hurt never misses his target.
An elephant does not get tired carrying his trunk.
He who travels to Portugal loses his seat.
He who is sure of his victory will not start a war.
He who loves peace minds his own business.
If there are many buyers in the market, the merchant doesn't wash his turnips.
The Yangtse never runs backwards; man recaptures not his youth.
The real scholar is not afraid to ask questions of his pupil.
However swift a man, he will not outstrip his shadow.
Let him speak who has seen with his eyes.
Everyone tries to make the water flow to his mill.
Truth's violinist is always beaten with his own bow.
A wolf hankers after sheep even at his last gasp.
