That's not what this is." I stared at Apollo, but damn, that globe fascinated him. "If there's going to be a god gunning for my butt -" "It is a nice butt," Aiden murmured as he studied the toes of his boots. A small grin was on his face.
If one plays with fire, one should be prepared to burn, Jane.” “You say that as if I’m in danger from you.” “Maybe you are,” Tobias growled as the scent of her invaded his nostrils...
Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
If he had had all Peru in his pocket, he would certainly have given it to this dancer; but Gringoire had not Peru in his pocket; and besides, America was not yet discovered. (p. 66)
Many go to great lengths to discover God's will or to hear His voice, yet we only need to open His Book.
But when we moved to the country, miles from the nearest restaurant, his hints anent his favorite dies grew so insistent that it became a question of tripe or divorce, and for a short time it was a difficult decision.
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
What have I done?" he asked, his voice raw. "You used to be such a sane, sensible lady." "You took me on a journey into my own heart.
All men are created equal. Now matter how hard they try, they can never erase those words. That is what America is about.
In his play he is no longer an onlooker merely; he is a part of the busy world of adults. He is practicing to take his place in that world when he is grown. He is getting is education.
Don't leave a piece of jewelry at his house so you can go back and get it later; he may be with his real girlfriend.
It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it.
It is a misfortune to be in the presence of a writer, even a failed writer, to be seen by him, be his passing study and remain in his corrupt memory. It is like the insult of a corpse on the road by a war photographer.
When things were very bad his soul just crawled behind his heart and curled up and went to sleep
Man is like an island set in isolation in a fathomless sea enveloped by darkness, saying that the loneliness his self knows is so utterly absolute because even he knows not his self completely.
Jehovah, the great and mighty God of Israel, protects and gives His warriors victory over His enemies, Selah." ~R. Alan Woods [2013]
I have sincerely tried not to deride the action of men, not to lament nor to abhor them. I have done all in my might to understand them.- Spinoza
He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.
There ought to be at least as much common sense about living and dying as there is about going to the grocery store and buying a loaf of bread.
Look in his eyes. He has died a thousand times these last moments...You defeated him utterly the moment you saw fear in his eyes. All else is redundancy.
No man can choose to serve only himself when he has something to offer his state. No one can put his own wishes above the needs of so many.
