Darlingâ I wonder if you realize how much I am counting on youâre coming to England, how much it means to meâ it means all the world, and indeed my body shall be all, all yours, as yours will be all, all mine, beloved. . . . And nothing will matter but just we two, we two longing loves at last come together.
QuerĂa encontrarle repulsivo y anhelarle lejos, pero habrĂa sido mĂĄs fĂĄcil, ya puestos, comerse un tonel de hĂgado encebollado y despuĂ©s bailar una giga sobre carbones encendidos.
Es un bandolero. Es rudo, estoico, monta a caballo por las agrestes sierras y dispara un trabuco tan mortĂfero como su hombrĂa. Tiene mĂĄs pelos en el pecho que un oso y seguro que se afeita sin espuma. ÂżQuĂ© digo, espuma? ÂĄSe afeita a guantazos y el vello huye de su cara entre gritos de terror!
Lily is my woman. Mine. And the man who took her will burn in hell for his mistake.
It was more romantic to say nothing, and, drinking deep, in secret, of romance, she was as little disposed to ask . . . advice as she would have been to close that rare volume forever.
You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,â I said. It was true, for all that I feared how trite it must have sounded to her, though she did not say so. I wondered how Guinevere's father could have sent her away. Surely she was a light in his life. This radiant, fearless girl. She pouted, and it was all I could do not to kiss her again. 'You have lived in the forests of Benoic and on this island and this is the furthest you have ever been into Britain,â she said. âWhen you have actually seen something of the world, I will ask you again if you still think I am the most beautiful thing in the world.' âAnd I will say the same again.â I said.
Decir que la realidad es objetiva es un error. Y para descubrir el porquĂ©, habrĂa primero que entender cĂłmo es que el amor se parece a un elefante.
Allen Ginsberg to Peter Orlovskyâ 1958 Tho I long for the actual sunlight contact between us I miss you like a home. Shine back honey & think of me.
With me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.
There's no romance here but what you may have brought with you.
I miss you greatly dear. The nicest time of day is when I write to you. You have a stormier time than I do but I miss you as much, I think. . . . Please keep most of your heart in Washington as long as Iâm here for most of mine is with you!
The magic of someone new never lasts long enough. We only want those we can't have. It's those we lost or who never knew we existed who leave their mark. The others barely echo.
You stay right where daddy puts you, baby girl
They say that when a man is dying, the first name that comes to mind is his first love.
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Nadie puede darme lo que tĂș me das
No matter what, the living came first.
Malichai knew there wasn't much to see, other than he was combat-hardened. His experience showed in the lines in his face, in the calm he displayed under all conditions and the flat, cold look in his eyes.
Malichai had grown up fierce, using his fists, learning every form of underhanded street-fighting known to man, and he'd learned it was life or death. He'd chosen life.
Romance Is An Open Book
