She glared at him. "I'm not asking you to apologize. " "Well, that's a relief. I doubt I could find the words.
How generous the universe could be, when he wanted to be!
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
People always ask me where they should go to work, and I always tell them to go to work for whom they admire the most.
It is one of man's curious idiosyncrasies to create difficulties for the pleasure of resolving them.
Yet I will make you all love me and I will punish myself to spite your love.
All the great naturalists have been habitual walkers, for no laboratory, no book, car, train or plane takes the place of honest footwork for this calling, be it amateur's or professional's.