I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.
Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.