He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.

And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses.

She abandoned herself to his whim, thinking it was to be an orgy of eyes and hands only.

Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.

He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.

So, what's up with you and Damian?" Helena

So when you get a chance to look at things and chill and relax, it makes you want it more, and that's why I'm so happy to be back!

I was recently told by a guy friend that red lipstick during the summer is distracting, and I said, "You need to shut up because I love red lips in the summer." Guys are stupid, moral of the story.

The act the act must not be a revenge. It must be a calm, weary renunciation, a closing of accounts, a private, rhythmic deed. The last remark.

The past is a room full of baggage and rubbish and sometimes things that are of use, but if they are of real use, I have kept them.

How does it make sense to remove an option, to tell your enemy before you go into a conflict, that you will not exercise whatever options are necessary in order to achieve victory?

It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.

You will be incomplete Christians if you do not look for the coming again of the Lord Jesus

Success and failure in our own national economy will hang upon the degree to which we are able to work with races and nations whose social order and whose behavior and attitudes are strange to us.

Men don't think and differently from women - they just make more noise about being able to.