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| 011eaa1 | Rosa wasn't far from wrong. In her naked loveliness, she appeared to be an angel. But Jared was mortal, and he wanted her as he had never wanted a woman before. He carefully lowered his head and kissed the pulse in her throat. Then his lips traveled with a blissful laziness over her breasts, nibbling and licking lightly so she wouldn't ever know that he had worshiped at this temple of her body. She was forbidden to him. It was a self-impose.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| df8c314 | Don't be afraid of loving this man, Maria had told her. Don't be afraid. Her slender fingers closed around the warm shaft with its velvet skin stretched smooth. Gently her fingers played over him, curious, wondering fingers, fingers made exultant by their discoveries. Reflexively Jared arched his back. His head went back in a gesture of exquisite feeling. Then his chin lowered and he was searching her face again. His golden eyes shone brigh.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| a249fcc | Her fingers dug into the flesh of his hips as his own passion peaked. His face was buried in her neck and her skin felt his rapid, moist breath as he chanted her name. He didn't leave her. He couldn't forsake the paradise just yet. Nestled within her body, he raised himself on his elbows and looked down at her. Tenderly he kissed each feature of her face. "Is this possible?" she breathed, referring to the enormity of her rapture. "Yes, yes,.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| ab7460b | His mouth claimed hers again, hotly and hungrily. It drew breath from her. As he kissed her, his hand moved to the front of her slacks. He fumbled with the button and zipper until they were undone. When his hand slid into the elastic waistband of her panties, Rusty gasped. She had thought there would be a sensual buildup, a flirtatious progression, extended foreplay. She didn't regret that there wouldn't be. His boldness, his impatience, wa.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 10d7e21 | He had to admit: She'd got to him. This demure second-grade schoolteacher, who'd been faithful to her husband, but who had fucked him with the same fervor with which she'd fought him two days ago, had crawled under his mean ol' hide. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 5c08dcc | That all any of us has to give is our best. if we do that. we succeed, no matter what the outcome. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 1daf13a | Look. I know you're just trying to make friendly conversation to fill an awkward silence between strangers, but I'm not big on friendly conversation, and I don't find silences awkward. In fact I like silences and prefer strangers. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 12f1c84 | Whatever else you were about to say, don't. Don't look at me all calf-eyed. Don't nurse any romantic options about me just because I told you that you're pretty or related a sob story about some old horse. - Lee Coburn | Sandra Brown | ||
| 463296d | From what I know of you already, you have quite a reputation for providing customer satisfaction." Julie's cheeks burned. For Kate's benefit she said, "I try." "Oh, I'm certain you do more than try. You go all out." He paused for several beats. Then, "I've driven past the gallery thousands of times and always admired the works displayed in the windows. But I haven't had a reason to stop." "And now you did?" "Now I did." She drew herself up.. | sex julie innuendo kate | Sandra Brown | |
| 7c76981 | I loved Eddie. You know that, Stan. He'll be enshrined in my heart until I draw my last breath. But he can't be enshrined in my life. I've got to let go and move on. So do you. | Sandra Brown | ||
| d49cda1 | During the opening credits, he said, "We're in the back row. Want to just mess around instead?" She looked across at him, and he grinned. "It's been hours, after all." "Half that time you've been furious with me." "Doesn't mean I don't want to jump your bones." | julie | Sandra Brown | |
| d29ca6a | From something as simple as what goes in to a good meatloaf to the not so simple - religion, culture, how you should vote, every damn thing you think or believe, your reactions, your behavior - were partially shaped by who and what your parents were. | shaping | Sandra Brown | |
| 0b15165 | If you wanted to kill me, why haven't you smothered me in my sleep?" "No sport in that." She gestured towards the ceiling. "Can I expect to be strung up on that bar and gutted like a deer?" He looked up at the bar and frowned. "Too much sport. Lots of heave-hoeing. Big mess to clean up after. Instead, why don't you just drink the poison-laced whiskey?" He extended the glass toward her again and when she didn't move he said, "No? Okay then.".. | murder humor kidnap | Sandra Brown | |
| 0721b83 | Judgment is harsh and mean and meant to hurt, as if the pain of what we do or say will slap others into our way of believing. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| 20e73be | I now understand that our life experiences come forth from our souls and that nothing really happens to us; it all happens for our benefit. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| 41649d4 | Honor your own Self. Meditate on your own Self. Worship your own Self. Kneel to your own Self. Understand your own Self. Your God dwells within you as you. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| f0b1711 | The impact of a lack of self-acceptance is intensified in the relationships between and among women. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| 3fd7959 | When you spend more time being angry, hurt, and upset about what happened, you pretty much barricade the door of what is possible. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| e67f7d3 | Forgiveness frees the forgiver. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| efec922 | THE REASON YOU KEEP ATTRACTING THE ONES WHO LEAVE IS BECAUSE YOU EXPECT THEM TO DO SO. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| 056f9e2 | When did people begin to wear clothing with writing on it? Was this not significant? I visit a beach resort. There is a fellow sitting on the sand and his T-shirt says in bold letters: "Tommy." Is he Tommy? Of course not. Tommy is Tommy Hilfiger, the designer who writes his name all over everything and people buy it. Kate Spade puts her name on a purse and it sells for several hundred dollars. Calvin Klein enhances your underwear with his n.. | Richard Todd | ||
| c73a388 | Plenty of times I've seen writers, famous novelists and essayists, even poets, with names you'd recognize and whose work I admire, drift through these offices on one high-priced assignment or other. I have seen the anxious, weaselly lonely looks in their eyes, seen them sit at the desk we give them in a far cubicle, put their feet up and start at once to talk in loud, jokey, bluff, inviting voices, trying like everything to feel like member.. | Richard Ford | ||
| ffe5e70 | The tourists had money and we needed it; they only asked in return to be lied to and deceived and told that single most important thing, that they were safe, that their sense of security--national, individual, spiritual--wasn't a bad joke being played on them by a bored and capricious destiny. To be told that there was no connection between then and now, that they didn't need to wear a black armband or have a bad conscience about their powe.. | social-justice rich-and-poor consumption inequality colonialism psychology tourism | Richard Flanagan | |
| bee632b | Strike experienced a moment of pure clarity: he would never make it out of here, would never rise above his current position as Rodney's lieutenant, because all the intelligence and prudence and vision came to nothing if it wasn't tempered and supported by a certain blindness, an oblivious animal will that Rodney had, that he, Strike, did not have. Rodney would survive all this not because of his guts or his brains, but because he understo.. | success-secret real-life | Richard Price | |
| 0cbfab7 | Anna stabbed her with the dagger she'd concealed in Tom's jacket. Under the ribs and through the heart--just like her favorite forensic TV show had taught her. | Patricia Briggs | ||
| ab18d8e | Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece--all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round-- more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowe.. | Mark Twain | ||
| 5a455ea | The heart of the problem, I soon came to understand, was that with Pablo there must always be a victor and a vanquished. I could not be satisfied with being a victor, nor, I think, could anyone who is emotionally mature. There was nothing gained by being vanquished either, because with Pablo, the moment you were vanquished he lost all interest. Since I loved him, I couldn't afford to be vanquished. What does one do in a dilemma like that? | Francoise Gilot | ||
| 85dab25 | Pablo's many stories and reminiscences about Olga and Marie-Therese and Dora Maar, as well as their continuing presence just offstage in our own life together, gradually made me realize that he had a kind of Bluebeard complex that made him want to cut off the heads of all women he had collected in his private museum. But he didn't cut the heads entirely off. He preferred to have life go on and to have all those women who had shared his life.. | relationships | Francoise Gilot | |
| 79e2049 | When children paint, they express their ideas rather than their perception, and when Picasso had recourse to such a technique, then that was his personal response to his approaching death. | Ingo F. Walther | ||
| 5a39ffb | Language can become a screen which stands between the thinker and reality. This is the reason why true creativity often starts where language ends. | Arthur Koestler | ||
| ba62e1e | Not only the portraits on the walls, but also the shelves in the library were thinned out. The disappearance of certain books and brochures happened discretely, usually the day after the arrival of a new message from above. Rubashov made his sarcastic commentaries on it while dictating to Arlova, who received them in silence. Most of the works on foreign trade and currency disappeared from the shelves - their author, the People's Commissar .. | Arthur Koestler | ||
| 46ecca9 | When I first read The Rebel, this splendid line came leaping from the page like a dolphin from a wave. I memorized it instantly, and from then on Camus was my man. I wanted to write like that, in a prose that sang like poetry. I wanted to look like him. I wanted to wear a Bogart-style trench coat with the collar turned up, have an untipped Gauloise dangling from my lower lip, and die romantically in a car crash. At the time, the crash had o.. | Clive James | ||
| 6680ea7 | O progresso da ciencia, tal como uma antiga trilha no deserto, esta juncado pelos descolorados esqueletos de teorias rejeitadas, que um dia pareceram ter vida eterna. | science philosophy-of-science | Arthur Koestler | |
| 41a7634 | He found out that those processes wrongly known as "monologues" are really dialogues of a special kind; dialogues in which one partner remains silent while the other against all grammatical rules, addresses him as "I" instead of "you", in order to creep into his confidence and to fathom his intentions; but the silent partner just remains silent, shuns observation and even refuses to be localized in time and space." | Arthur Koestler | ||
| 5fec47f | It had a strange resemblance to Kafka's novel,The Trial- that dream-like allegory of a man who,having received a mysterious convocation to attend his 'trial",strives and struggles in vain to find out where the trial would be held and what it would be about; wherever he inquires he receives non - commital,elusive replies,as if everybody has joined in a secret conspiracy:the closer he gets to his aim,the farther it recedes,like the transparen.. | Arthur Koestler | ||
| bcda455 | For in a struggle one must have both legs firmly planted on the earth. The Party had taught one how to do it. The infinite was a politically suspect quantity, the `I' a suspect quality. The Party did not | Arthur Koestler | ||
| dc702cf | The life we led was a proof of man's capacity for adaptation.I think that even the condemned souls in purgatory after time develop a sort of homely routine.That is ,by the way, why most prison memoirs are unreadable.The difficulty of conveying to the reader an idea of a nightmare world from which he has emerged makes the author depict the prisoner's state of mind as an uninterruped continuity of despair.He fears to appear frivolous or to sp.. | Arthur Koestler | ||
| 939d4aa | Entirely my own opinion," said Ivanov. "I am glad that we have reached the heart of the matter soon. In other words: you are convinced that "we" - that is to say, the Party, the State and the masses behind it - no longer represent the interests of the Revolution." "I should leave the masses out of it," said Rubashov. [...] "Leave the masses out of it, " he repeated. "You understand nothing about them. Nor, probably, do I any more. Once, whe.. | Arthur Koestler | ||
| 23b64ba | The deterioration of the intelligentsia is as much a symptom of disease as the corruption of the ruling class or the sleeping sickness of the proletariat. | intelligentsia | Arthur Koestler | |
| bef54ff | In my youth I regarded the Universe as an open book, printed in the language of physical equations, whereas now it appears to me as a text written in invisible ink, of which, in our rare moments of grace, we are able to decipher a small fragment. | Arthur Koestler | ||
| 0b2140c | Revolutionary theory had frozen to a dogmatic cult, with a simplified, easily graspable catechism, and with No. 1 as the high priest celebrating the Mass. | Arthur Koestler | ||
| eabbd7e | He lived in two modes, the apparent and the veiled, and in two realms, the opera and the sewer, and he shuttled between them like a genie. | Walter Kirn | ||
| eb12f7a | The most beautiful faces have some ugly in them. | Walter Kirn | ||
| e072cb9 | A writer is someone who tells you one thing so someday he can tell his readers another thing: what he was thinking but declined to say, or what he would have thought had he been wiser. A writer turns his life into material, and if you're in his life, he uses yours, too. | Walter Kirn |