Do you often wonder,” she continued, desperately hoping her questions would win Vasily over, “what might have been had his gaze fallen upon some other miserable wretch? Yes, you would have been destitute, starving in the streets, scraping for you...
There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as m...
Intimacy requires courage because risk is inescapable. We cannot know at the outset how the relationship will affect us. Like a chemical mixture, if one of us is changed, both of us will be. Will we grow in self-actualization, or will it destroy us? ...
There is a thought among some brands of theology that souls are waiting up in heaven to be born. Now how in the world anybody comes up with that is beyond me, and how you can be so sure of that is also beyond me. I always like to go back to Snoopy's ...
Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself".
You know why I really hated you? With all that you had you were just so oblivious to it all. You didn't use your beauty. You didn't ever try to get what you wanted. You didn't deserve what you had. I did because I would have used it. And you just...l...
He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat.
The moment-when I could no longer face myself in the mirror-wasn't easily explained; nor was the oppressive misery I experienced once I finally became the person I was meant to be but then realized with terrific horror how much I still hated her.
—Un segundo mirando tus ojos es un sueño cumplido. Y ambicioso, porque mi mirada quiere seguir varada en tus luceros por la eternidad. —Eres la chica a la que hablaré por horas y horas de mis problemas y me hablarás por días y días de soluci...
—NOTA DEL CARTERO— Carta recibida por: Leire Castellán. La abrió sonriendo al leer su nombre. Al leer la segunda línea el alma se le partió en mil pedazos. La carta también, porque limpió sus lágrimas.
—NOTA DEL CARTERO— Carta recibida por: Adam Lee. La abrió pensando en qué palabras le dedicaría. Y la cerró quedándose sin palabras.
Tu corazón está bombeando mares de dolor. Tus manos son mensajeras y tus ojos un espejo. Y yo el registro. ¿Esto volará por el cielo?" No. Ya voló y se perdió. Y los pájaros que volaron cerca se convirtieron en cuervos de tanto dolor que sus a...
<> No. Ya voló y se perdió. Y los pájaros que volaron cerca se convirtieron en cuervos de tanto dolor que sus alas batieron.
Ahora me pregunto si sueñas conmigo y me sostienes para que las progresiones de nuestras memorias sean amables y las pesadillas se mantengan a raya. Adam, ahora me pregunto si no fuiste solo un sueño que vino a arrebatarme la realidad. Y, aunque so...
Una última cosa que quiero que sepas es que si algún día amaneciera nublado, te recordaría mirándome y ya no necesitaría del sol. Te extraña y necesita de tus miradas, Adam.
Te recité un poema de Bécquer y tú me dijiste: —¿Por qué no escribiste un poema solo para mí? Mi respuesta fue: —Porque tú ya eres mi poema. Viendo tu rubor, me acerqué a ti. Te susurré: —Aquí tienes el resumen de las estrofas. Y te b...
Adam Lee: has recolectado los fragmentos de mi corazón roto y les has dado brillo a cada uno. Y a pesar de que quedan fisuras, esas fisuras son las carreteras por las que podemos transitar tomados de la mano. Eres la esperanza hecha realidad. Y yo j...
— No. No cuando estás conmigo. — Me apretaste la mano y bajamos a la oscuridad y me quedé viendo tus ojos—. Lo que sí me aterra es bajar cuando hay luz en mi vida. — Entonces, mi amado Adam, seguiremos volando.
Estoy consciente de que habrá una última carta—es la desdicha y el destino de toda historia de amor (y quizá lo que las distinga como tales)—pero jamás, JAMÁS, habrá un último recuerdo.
It's normal to love a dangerous woman. They know how to wield their power, an they're not afraid of yours. They make you work for everything you get and it's all the sweeter once you get it. Makes you feel 'coraggioso' to be able to hold her.
Nothing sexier than a woman who knows how to hurt you.
