Perfect,” he groaned. “You are perfect.” He sank his teeth into her ass, hard, drawing blood. “And now you wear my mark,” he finished proudly. “Your ass is mine.
Some of the most amazing people in the world were not perfect; they were scarred by suffering, hardships, losses and imperfections.
In the depth of our heart, we already know that we are perfect as we are. In the depth of our inner being, we already know that life is perfect as it is.
Just having friends isn’t enough, however. Our friendships should be ones that are pleasing to God and edifying to us as well as our friends.
But that's just it; I can either focus on what I have lost, or what I have gained, and I choose the latter.
I want my kids to enjoy romance as part of the entirety of marriage, when it has been earned with commitment and hard work.
True forgiveness for me has been and is a progression of faltering baby steps through a storm of flying debris.
Humanity is not perfect in any fashion; no more in the case of evil than in that of good. The criminal has his virtues, just as the honest man has his weaknesses.
We are not perfect in ourselves, but in Him we are. In the red circle of this world, there is no hope. However, because you’re living in the purple wedge, there is always His hope, power, and joy.
Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?
Chubi, rhymes with booby, which you don't have, or doodie, which your face looks like," she said smugly, leaning back and making her chair squeak.
Your back looks so pretty with my name written on it in those beautiful little welts. If you continue to be a good boy, I'll kiss them all better when I'm done.
Sometimes life decides that we must also take care of ourselves in other ways and love, the way we perceive it, must reflect only upon us.
To live greatly, we must develop the capacity to face trouble with courage, disappointment with cheerfulness, and triumph with humility.
Cooperativeness is not so much learning how to get along with others as taking the kinks out of ourselves, so that others can get along with us.
When we treat people merely as they are, they will remain as they are. When we treat them as if they were what they should be, they will become what they should be.
Thinking is the hardest work anyone can do, which is probably the reason why we have so few thinkers.
Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers? Of course he knew. He was a rake. This is what he did.
How do men act on a sinking ship? Do they hold each other? Do they pass around the whisky? Do they cry?
Where would the end be? Will the idea—the definition—of perfection stay the same? No. Perfection is too fickle. It’s in our nature to never be satisfied. We always think we can do more.
Why do we mortals wonder if it is through 'human chaos' or through 'divine perfection' when the world guides us to some magical event? In either case, is not the result the same? Is the result not 'divine perfection?