One hundred twenty-nine women with previously documented histories of sexual victimization in childhood were interviewed and asked detailed questions about their abuse histories to answer the question "Do people actually forget traumatic events such ...
The Resurrection, and its consequences, were the 'gospel' or good news which the Christians brought: what we call the 'gospels', the narratives of Our Lord's life and death, were composed later for the benefit of those who had already accepted the . ...
Sir Lancelot: [Sir Galahad the Chaste is being seduced by an entire castle full of young women] We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril. Sir Galahad: I don't think I was. Sir Lancelot: Yes, you were. You were in terrible peril. Sir Galah...
Whoever knew you when you were small will not respect you when you're big.
Were everyone to sweep in front of his own house, every street would be clean.
In a conclave many go in as a pope but come back out as the cardinal they were when they went in.
If all seeds that fall were to grow, then no one could follow the path under the trees.
When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.
But there was something in the air, a watchfulness laced with a charge of malice. The eyes observing us were invisible, but were observing us, nonetheless.
But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.
I thought you were dead,” she went on. “I saw you fall down, and—I thought you were dead.
None of us can help where we were scattered, Blue. But none of us has to remain where we were scattered.
Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.
[Connor to Major Wentworth, grandson of King George] "My fathers were lairds in the Highlands when yours were still farmin' kale back in Germany!
I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.
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.
Those partial to drink were hiding faults and dishonesty. They were sloppy souls, even the ones with pleasant manners and fine noses.
What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!
Some days you were the bitch and some days you were shit that came out of the bitch's toy poodle. Today was one of those days I was the latter.
...it was inevitable I loved you - we were soul mates - for the same reason, we were fated to suffer...
The portieres were drawn across the French windows now, veiling the stars outside - that were there nevertheless. ("Speak To Me Of Death")
