Book: Reef, or where broken happiness

All this time I was trying to instruct between us all sorts of obstacles - now I want all of them to carry. I tried to forget your image - now I want to remember you always. Tried not to listen to your voice now don't want to hear anyone else. I made a choice - that's all; you were mine, and I want to keep you. Her face glowed just like the eyes. - To keep you here. She paused and put a hand on his chest.

It was not a drop of poetry, but it was something that awakened the poetry in others; and in moments of passion, the imagination does not always feel the difference...

The mere fact that you no longer have to listen to her incredibly heightened her charm. It is, of course, talked as usual, but it didn't matter because it no longer made any effort to follow her words, endured the sound of her voice as a musical background for his thoughts.

She was one of those natural creatures who live entirely by emotions and become uninteresting or sentimental when they try to Express the feeling through the word. his tenderness returned it to the place allotted to her by nature, and Darrow felt as if he embraced the tree, and from that blossomed the nymph...

In this moment, wherever she was, he knew that nestled in the safe haven of her thoughts, and the knowledge made every other fact in the nothing, in the shade. He and she loved each other, their love unfolded over them with a vault, as big as day in all its Sunny space gap in which hid would fear. After a few minutes, Darrow will be with her and looking into her eyes, you will find peace. And then, until it was lunch time, she offered to spend an hour alone in her living room, where he would sit by the fireplace and watch her quiet movements, watch the bluish glow in her hair will change to crimson when she bent over the fire.

I would like to asiatica to stupor for hours to go, overcoming the pressure of the raw wind in the healing dark, then head back, staggering from exhaustion, and immediately fell asleep.

Oh, how I loved it, if I didn't love her!"

He was pleased to think that she is one of those women that like to appear in public. Undeniably, it is nice to enter her in the living room, follow the passage between the rows in the theater to get in and out of the car, talking about it to different people: "my wife." All of these particular, he was put into one nice phrase: "a woman can be proud of" - and felt that this fact justified and ennobled his instinctive boyish satisfaction because he loves her.

I want our life was like a house where all the Windows are glowing streamers to lanterns hanging from the roof and pipes!

The only thing that matters is that we sit together.

Not always may and Paris...

And besides, ' she continued, - I don't believe in marriage. You know, I'm all for self-improvement and the opportunity to live their own lives. I'm terribly modern.
And that's when she proclaimed herself terribly modern, he was struck by her incredibly helpless old-fashioned.