Book: Warleggan

- Don't think I want to see myself now in the mirror. Until... until you can see yourself in a more... a more favorable light.
- There's adverse light, I assure you.

Not so long ago I gave one pair good advice, but advise is always difficult.

She would say that in life, few true values, and if you have them, then the rest doesn't matter, and if you do not have, then everything else is useless. If you look around a little, I guess you have to admit that her claims are suitable for most occasions. It's sentimental, but, by and large, we are creatures of sentimental and can't escape. And it's not reasonable to want. Every day you see people who are tucked opportunity and spit on the consequences. Many then suffer because of this, but hardly regret. And those who regretted retreated at the last moment and the rest of his life regretting it.

Who knows what acts are right, Demelza. I don't think it is possible to achieve something, trying to do right or wrong in this situation. We can only follow my feelings wherever they may lead us.

When admiration turns to contempt, time to leave.

It is impossible to resist unpredictable life.

To have a husband like me, it's as simple as going to Church. Either you believe or you don't. If there is no faith, then why go to Church, right? But if you believe, it makes no sense to constantly look for evidence.

The husband took the garter from her hand, and she hesitantly sat down. Tonight she was wearing old stockings, but black color is emphasized glowing skin ivory over them. Ross put on her garter belt with the utmost care. For many months, even years, they have never felt like this unspent mutual desire and affection, which nothing can replace. In the gathering darkness her eyes shone. For a moment both nearly froze, motionless, Ross knelt down, and Demelza leaned back in his chair. Fingers husband was cold against her legs. She thought, "Remember this and remember in moments of jealousy and neglect."
- You're not getting away from me, my love, ' he said.
- I don't want, love.

- You're not getting away from me, my love.
- I don't want, love.

There is nothing more unpredictable than mine - that is why they have always given female names.

- I strongly dislike, Yes?
Dwight blushed.
- You really think so?
- And you once gave me a chance to think otherwise?
- If I feel you dislike... because she prevented me from work sometimes every day for the past year and a half, if this is hostility... If I'm not able to forget your voice, bending your neck, or the light shimmering in her hair... If this is hostility... the Desire to hear that you're married and the fear to hear that you're married... Resentment on your indulgence, the idea that you have for me... - he stopped, unable to finish the sentence. - Probably you will be able to determine the cause of these symptoms.

- Maybe by the time you got married.
- Does this mean simply replacing one owner with others?

If you want to know the genuine feelings of a man, is always to provoke him.

- If feelings have changed, I do not think that they should be placed in different compartments, because one part is inseparable from the other. You should know that I love you. What else do you need assurance?
She's crooked, but warm smile.
Only ones I can hear.