Well, and you may have lived in the courts of the Old Lord, and you were accounted beautiful, but I have been a man's wife and I have borne him sons, and you are still a slave.
The feet bear the burden of the body, the head the burden of the mind, and the heart the burden of the spirit.
Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it.
We cannot say what they meant, for there are no words for their meaning, but we know it without words and we knew it then.
The pain is different. Pain doesn't know what distance is. The pain comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden revelations that cut your knees, take away your sight, and disturb the flow of your days.
Grief is different. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.
Your author has found love to be the full trip, emotionally speaking; the grand tour: fall in love, visit both Heaven and Hell for the price of one.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...