I'm not leaving until you stop crying" he stated pulling me down so we were now laying on my bed facing each other

You know there is a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you loved me and didn't realise

Angel I've loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on you. It's only ever been you. It will always be you, marry me?

I'm sorry if me being turned on turns you on.

The bite of conscience is indecent.

What a world it is, Cora thought, that makes a living prison into your only haven. Was she out of bondage or in its web: how to describe the status of a runaway?

Architecture is the will of an epoch translated into space.

God made man simple but how he changed and got complicated is hard to say.

He put his arms about himself as if he were cold. "I do not know who to be without him.

Wanderers, Dublin's oldest rugby club, has been described more than once as the club of the Church and the Army: the wags added "...unfortunately the wrong Church and the wrong Army."

I am not satisfied in making money for myself. I endeavor to provide employment for hundreds of the women of my race.

Our own peculiar human condition is that we are as fit to be laughed at as able to laugh.

Father Jude Nnorom also criticized his church leaders, saying the simple lifestyle followed by Pope Francis should challenge African bishops to ask themselves.

There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.