Book: The lady of the camellias. Page 1

- You can stop me, you, Margaret, but what?
Well, you could be the woman replied Prudent, and it would not be particularly pleased to see two more.

- What do I do?
Nothing. She will forget you will forget it, and you have nothing to reproach each other.
But if I texted her and ask for forgiveness?
- It is better not to do it, she'll forgive you.

Women sometimes allow you to trick them love, but never allow to offend their feelings.

I'm not rich enough to love you the way I wanted it, and not poor enough to love you the way you wanted.

Only the man who loves not his mistress, not writing before parting.

There is no such person, which would not be lying, at least once in your life and who would not know how to suffer.

Why I first asked you to share your mood? Probably because you love me for me and not for himself, but others always loved me for myself.

I love you too much and I am jealous of you for all your thoughts.

You're tempted to think that life is short, time is so fleeting our experiences!

Life is amazing thing, it all depends on the glasses through which to look at her.

Women have two manners of love that can be inferred from one another: they like soul, or body.

I'm tired, in the end, to constantly see people who want me to do the same, pay me and think that they are with me even. If those who first start to our shameful trade, know what it is, they probably would have gone to the cleaners. But no; we have to have the dresses and carriages and diamonds; we believe what we are told, because prostitutes are also able to believe; and little by little wear out our soul, our body, our beauty, we are afraid, like wild animals, we despise how some pariahs, we're always surrounded by people who always take from us more than they give us, and in the end we die like dogs, killing himself and others.

There are times when a moment makes more than a year of courtship.

Love Margarita has become a commodity, more or less expensive, depending on the season.