Let me show you,” he said in my ear. “Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hips—it’s all in the hips.
Sometimes it just happens - to the wrong people at the wrong time.
Let me go. ” “I can’t”, he said hoarsely, (…)” I’ve tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can’t.
You can't stand clutter, and you have an obsession with orderliness. The furniture in here is centered exactly on the walls; the files on your desk are arranged in precise corners. If I had to guess, I would say you are probably a control freak, and that is usually symptomatic of a man who feels powerless to control his own life, so he tries to control every facet of his surroundings.
The two of them simply weren't attracted to just any attractive, eligible man; they were attracted rarely, but when it happened, it was evidently a life-altering experience.
After all, it's not every day a woman is given a kingdom of dreams.
Success without someone to share it with is hollow indeed. On the other hand, it beats the heck out of failure.
The office of reformer of the superstitions of a nation is ever dangerous.
Have not all theists painted their Deity as the god of love and goodness? Yet after thousands of years of such preachments the gods remain deaf to the agony of the human race.
I came to the conclusion that unrealized hopes, even small ones, were always wrenching.
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.