Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Because love, love never finishes.
. . . There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.
Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.
That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.
The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.
he's a story i want to know from page one
In Heaven there is no need for sex because there is no need for a shadow or illustration-just a need to enjoy it!
Despite the fact that feminists say they're not getting a fair deal, women are still very powerful.
For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which like time itself will devour all now alive.
I have yet to find a man worth his salt in any direction who did not think of himself first and foremost.