A man will strategically organize his life in boxes and then spend most of his time in the boxes he can succeed in.
He didn't need a curse to realize the desire of his heart was to fight the Horfins of this land, the Kravens, and the darkness that had swayed his brothers toward evil. He would continue to fight, continue to lead. Curse or no curse.
There was no mistaking what the feeling of fullness in his heart meant. They were mates and were bound together. Forever. Wharick's green eyes closed for a moment as he absorbed the feeling of completeness their bond provided his spirit.
I have never met the man I could despair of after discerning what lies in me apart from the grace of God.
Right now, all he wanted was to get her to take that first step. "I'm not going to tattoo my name on your ass. I'm asking you to be my girlfriend.
He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay beyond.
[was] the last man to take practically all mathematics, pure and applied, as his province. ... Few mathematicians have had the breadth of philosophic vision that had, and none in his superior in the gift of clear exposition.
Everything would go on, whether he did or not. That was its beauty and its strength. life, his hope, his dreams. Nothing cared, so he'd better.
Gen. Scott saw more through the eyes of his staff officers than through his own.
When the Earth was just a child, He searched for his mother Venus; And for his father Mars, But they were not home; They were gone elsewhere, Out there, in the great expanse; Beyond the breathing universe.
He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.
You think he's got 'government badass' tattooed on his chest?" I murmured. A faint grimace skewed Luther's mouth. "And 'I'd tell you but I'd have to kill you' on his ass.
Don Severo dropped his fork, Doña Remedios nearly chocked, but Jesús carried on playing with his food. He’d never really liked broccoli.
I didn't put him in his place. I was acknowledging his blind spot. We all have them. It just takes the right push to be able to really see them.
His eyes, green with yellow sparks, and with elongated pupils like a cat’s, made his grandmother gasp and say: ‘Jesus! He has the devil’s eyes!
It has been a marvellous age of invention: radio, aeroplane, electric light, the telephone, and fellatio.
Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That’s a crime against humanity right there.
For a full two hours, he stood at that door, a cloud of uncertainty ruling his mind. Damian felt like his heart was about to burst. Could she love him? Was it really true?
His eyes danced like a teenager. "Eat anyone alive today?" her father joked. Ruby returned his wicked grin and sauntered into the living room. "Not today, but tomorrow's another day.
A monk should surely love his books with humility, wishing their good and not the glory of his own curiosity; but what the temptation of adultery is for laymen and the yearning for riches is for secular ecclesiastics, the seduction of knowledge is fo...
He pulled my head back further, and I could hear his ragged breathing as his mouth came close to my ear, sounding so desperate for me. God, I was turned on so much…
