My dad is here," She hissed, hoping to give Gabriel enough of a head start so he could make it to the elevators before Tom took out one of his hunting rifles and shot him. "I know, I called him." She turned to Gabriel in wide-eyed disbelief. "Why would you do that? He wants to kill you." The Professor pulled himself up to his full height. "I want to marry you. That means that I need to make amends with your father. I want to be able to be i..
Let me feed you," he whispered, his tone suddenly husky. He sounded like sex. Or at least, what Julia imagined sex would sound like if it was sitting on a white banquette with shining blue eyes and an arrogant jaw, trying to press a cold glass up to her mouth. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh...my...Gabriel."
Why do we allow people to abuse their children? Why don't we defend the sick and the weak? Why do we let soldiers round up our neighbors and make them wear a star on their clothing and cram them into boxcars? It isn't God who's evil-it's us.
Everyone wants to know where evil comes from and why the world is riddled with it. Why doesn't anyone ask where goodness comes from? Human beings have a tremendous capacity for cruelty. Why is there any goodness at all?
Das por sentado que mis anteriores relaciones fueron satisfactorias, pero te equivocas. Tu me diste algo que nadie me habia dado antes: sexo y amor al mismo tiempo. Eres la unica de mis parejas que ha sido mi amante en el autentico sentido de la palabra.
Volveras? --Su voz era casi un gemido. El suspiro profundamente. --Manana sere expulsado del Paraiso, Beatriz. Nuestra unica esperanza es que tu me encuentres. Buscame en el Infierno.
This was the joy that the world sought--sacred and pagan all at once. A union between two dissimilars into a seamless one. A picture of love and deep satisfaction. An ecstatic glimpse of the beatific vision.
You toyed with her heart. I know what that's like. I can have compassion for her because of that." "I met you first," he whispered. "That doesn't give you license to be cruel."
She did not know what she had expected from her Dante, but she definitely hadn't received it. So with the wisdom that comes only from having experienced a broken heart, she resolved to let him go once and for all.
This is the culmination of all my hopes, Gabriel. Julia reached out to him and he strained to catch her pinky finger with his own. This is my happy ending.
A tall and shirtless Gabriel looked down at her. He was clad only in his underwear, which made him look slightly sexy and slightly ridiculous. His fists were clenched, and Julia saw the tendons standing out in his magnificent arms.
He Looked down at her gravely. "In many ways, we are the most perfect match. We see each other as we are, but neither of us views the other as broken."
This must be love, she murmured, in between sips of water. What's that? He sat behind her, cradling her in his arms. You held my hair, Professor. You must love me. He reached a tentative hand to her lower abdomen. I seem to recall you looking after me once, when I was sick. And that was before you loved me. I always loved you, Gabriel. Thank you. He kissed her forehead. We made this little one together. You aren't going to scare me off wit..
Gabriel slowly began rubbing his eyes, for in addition to suffering from one of the worst hangover headaches of his life, he was slightly enjoying the sight of Miss Mitchell in his T-shirt and boxer shorts, passionately angry and shouting at him in a multiplicity of Western European languages. It was the second most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. And it was entirely beside the point.
Oh, Psyche. "'Fortune doth menace unto thee imminent danger, wherof I wish thee greatly to beware. . . . thou shalt purchase to mee great sorrow, and to thyself utter destruction. . . . Beware that ye covet not . . . to see the shape of my person, lest by your curiosity you deprive your selfe of so great and worthy estate."
Marriage is a sacrament that exists partially to protect women from sexual exploitation. If you take that protection away from her, then she is little more than your mistress, no matter what you choose to call her.
He was distracted at that moment by a black lace bra that was reclining provocatively but somewhat casually on top of the dryer. He gazed at it and realized that the number and cup size that popped into his head the night he'd taken her to Harbour Sixty for dinner were absolutely correct. Gabriel silently congratulated himself.
Like they'd never seen a hot professor before. You made quite an impression in your turtleneck." "Ah, yes, the turtleneck. Turtles have that effect on people."
Now that we know that Spring Roll is a girl, we should probably think about setting up her room. Gabriel kept his eyes on the road as he drove the Volvo one Saturday morning in May. We should also talk about names. That sounds good. Maybe you should think about what you want and we can go shopping. Julia turned to look at him. Now? I said I'd take you to lunch, and we can do that. But afterward, we need to start thinking about Spring Roll's..
I want to be better." "Then be better. Accept the fact that God didn't bring you this far only to abandon you. He isn't that kind of father. And you won't be either."
If ever he had a moment's doubt that he would love and admire her forever, no matter whether she chose him or not, that doubt faded away like a wisp of smoke.
Entonces, ?por que eliges este momento para creer que te quiero? --Porque estabas dispuesto a dejarme salir de tu vida si yo elegia a otra persona. Dos gruesas lagrimas rodaron por sus mejillas y Gabriel las detuvo con los dedos. --Eso es lo que pasa cuando quieres a alguien. Quieres que ese alguien sea feliz.
Watch," he rasped, fluttering his mouth along her neck. "Watch what?" "Us. In the mirror." Julia opened her eyes and saw the mirror mounted on the wall on the other side of the room. Somehow, it was perfectly positioned to reflect her husband's magnificent and naked back and the dark-haired woman who was hidden by his body. (...) She'd never seen what they looked like together. His body long and lean, hers smaller and softer. Their skin had..
Francesco venne poi com'io fu' morto, (Francisco vino a buscarme, cuando estaba muerto,) per me; ma un d'i neri cherubini (pero uno de los querubines negros) li disse: "Non portar: non mi far torto. (le dijo: <>.) Venir se ne dee giu tra ' miei meschini (El debe quedarse aqui, entre mis servidores) perche diede 'l consiglio frodolente, (porque dio un consejo fraudulento,) dal quale in qua stato li sono a' ..