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it never happened
but it seemed like
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waited like a streetcar
at a signal.
If you were sane enough to recognize you were crazy, how crazy could you really be?
T.L. HinesI work hard, I work very hard. All the books at least 30 revisions.
Ha JinAll gifts are riddles, all lives/are in the middle of mother-lives.
Brenda ShaughnessyTags: mothering
The further I get from the things that I care about, the less I care about how much further away I get.
Robert SmithDon't bother this love is a lie.
I'm a chemical kid,
You're a mechanical bride.
Tags: song-lyrics
It was an imprudent idea to begin with.”
“I shan’t argue with you on that point.”
Rose scoffed at him. “You don’t get to play morally superior with me, Grey. I may have been stupid enough to conspire against you, but you didn’t even recognize someone you’ve known for years! If one of us must be the bigger idiot, I think it must be you!” Oh dear God. She covered her mouth with her hand. What had she just said?
Dark arched brows pulled together tightly over stormy blue eyes. “You’re right,” he agreed. “I am an idiot, but only because I allowed this ridiculous ruse past the point when I realized your identity.”
Rose froze-like a damp leaf on an icy pond. “You knew?” And yet he continued to pretend…oh, he was worse than she by far.
“Of course I knew.” He glowered at her. “Blindfold me and I would know the scent of your skin, the exact color and texture of your skin. Do you not realize that I know the color of your eyes right down to the flecks of gold that light their depths?”
Heart pounding, stomach churning in shock, Rose could only stare at him. How could he say such things to her and sound so disgusted? “When?” Her voice was a ragged whisper. “When did you know?”
“I suspected before but tried to deny it. The morning after we last met I took one look at your sweet mouth and knew there couldn’t be two women in the world, let alone London with the same delectable bottom lip.”
It hurt. Oh, she hadn’t thought hearing him say such wonderful things could hurt so much! She pressed a hand to her chest. “You suspected and yet you made love to me any way.”
“Made love?” He snorted. “That’s a girl’s term, Rose. What you and I did…it was something far worse than making trite love.”
Worse? How could he malign what had transpired between them. “So you regret it, despite your own choice to continue with the charade.”
“What I regret,” he growled, suddenly moving toward her, “is your sudden attack of conscience.”
He was mad. She took a step back. “I don’t understand you.”
“If only you had managed to keep your guilt where it belonged.” A ravaged smile curved his lips as he shook his head. “We might have continued on, with neither being the wiser, but now we must endure the rest of the Season together, knowing what we can no longer have.”
“Then you admit you have feelings for me.”
He laughed hollowly. “So many I can scarce discern them all.”
It was a hollow victory at best. “If you care for me and I for you, then why can we not reveal our feelings? You have but to ask and I’m yours.
Beyond this Door, Heaven waits.
Laura WhitcombThe job of the artist is not to resolve or beautify, but to hold complexities, to see and make clear.
Toi DerricotteImpossible is the word found only in a fool's dictionary. Wise people create opportunities for themselves and make everything possible...
Napoléon BonaparteI thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.
Anne LamottOverregulation stifles creativity. It smothers innovation. It gives dinosaurs a veto over the future. It wastes the extraordinary opportunity for a democratic creativity that digital technology enables.
Lawrence LessigTags: creativity
So when? You know things are moving. You’re changing, your fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?
Isaac MarionОткровенно говоря, я никогда не испытывал какого-то особого отвращения к предателям, поскольку прекрасно понимал: все дело в том, что одни люди живут всерьез, а другие играют в увлекательную игру под названием «жизнь», на ходу изобретая и меняя правила. И первые придумали кучу нелестных слов для определения действий вторых, как правило, неудобных и опасных для окружающих, — только и всего!
Max FreiTags: макс-фрай
The More You Read The More You Travel
MucTimTags: muctim
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