If a man wanted to put the entire universe in his breast, he couldn't do it with his chest stuck out.
When you don’t understand what is happening, you need to wait, trust God, and rest in His care. He is always faithful to His own.
I don’t want any other girl.” He shook his head and took a step closer, cupping my face in his hands. “I belong with you and you belong with me.
Drummond appreciated his guest's initial silence, his respect for the ancient, sacred act of imbibing. Drink first, talk later.
Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.
This is not his job, I thought, it's his passion.
But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.
The severing of his limbs and subsequent cauterizing of the wounds was not the most pleasurable part, no." His mad grin stretched, it seemed, from ear to ear.
He clenched his teeth and muttered, "I can't get deep enough." .... Putting her mouth to his ear, she whispered, "Try.
You're something, alright." I laughed into his bare chest, my eyes closing. "I'm your something..." His voice trailed off into a wisper as I drifted off.
She frowned. “I did nothing to arouse you.” He clenched his jaw, his stare growing more aggressive. “You breathed.
Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.
He rolled his neck, as if to relieve the stress of his shoulders. "Your body is encased in a strong spell. It will not open up to me," he said in frustration. "Who guards you?
I don't function without a heart, he said angrily and then added under his breath as he grabbed at the front of his Tshirt, He's right here.
He gave me the one thing he's never given to anyone before.. He gave me his heart, and his trust. And in return, I gave him the same right back....
He'd had his career, his triumphs. Success had brought him nothing but misery; he couldn't handle it. Success had thrown him in the gutter
I was so offended I wanted to light his face on fire. But I restrained myself, because he was wearing my cat on his head.
The people he met, the places he passed, were all steps in his journey, and he kept a place inside his heart for each of them.
His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit.
The contemplative man always lives alone. Regardless of who may reside in his home, his is a solitary world.
When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.
