In confession occurs the breakthrough of the Cross. The root of all sin is pride, superbia. I want to be my own law, I have a right to my self, my hatred and my desires, my life and my death. The mind and flesh of man are set on fire by pride; for it...
The Christian, however, must bear the burden of a brother. He must suffer and endure the brother. It is only when he is a burden that another person is really a brother and not merely an object to be manipulated. The burden of men was so heavy for Go...
The ending is coming. I can feel it. I don’t know if I can take it this time. But then again, I say that every time and yet, every time I take it. And, I come back to her again for more. I will take whatever time I can get with her. I will do that ...
Cassius: On this day, we reach back to hallowed antiquity, to bring you a recreation of the second fall of the mighty Carthage!... On the barren plain of Zama, there stood the invincible armies of the barbarian Hannibal. Ferocious mercenaires and war...
Here's to our enduring sisterhood. May it bind us together more tightly that the Lycra in my Spanx underpants.
For her and Nurul merely to share a meal cooked in their own kitchen was a triumph; to wake up together each morning a luxury.
My wandering has led me to the beginning of our journey together. I suppose it's only fitting for me to be here at that journey's end.
Today and tomorrow is an illusion, days are all joined together, and if you are waiting for your time, you are wasting your time.
Light and dark ain't supposed to mix. They're like broccoli and chocolate - just nasty when you put them together - but that appears to be what's happening with you
He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival.
She was falling apart beneath my hands, and I was falling apart beneath her. My power was her power, and together, we sent each other soaring.
Most marriages don't add two people together. They subtract one from the other.
She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire.
Taylor Durham was in a gay man’s heaven, with all those tight bodies swaying back and forth to the music. Grinding together in harmony.
I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.
That's the positive aspect of trade I suppose. The world gets stirred up together. That's about as much as I have to say for it.
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
They were not a family anymore. They were strangers. Tied together by chains, but they had rusted, and there was no hope for them to reconnect. Something had disappeared, and perhaps it was their sanity.
Hand in hand they whispered for a while. The girl nodded and the bear laughed. Together, they made their way down the corridor and to the foot of the stairs.
Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.
There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
