Book: Sister Kerry. Page 4

A good cigar a little comforted me, but it is not the panacea against all the ills that have befallen on my head.

The position seems to me to be monstrous, unnatural, unwarranted, and were suddenly, by itself, apart from me.

I bitterly ask myself why it is so ridiculous the way life is, the joy that I feel in his presence, can not last forever.

In my feelings, there is complete muddle - then the rage of the deceived, and the pain of loss, and bitter sense of defeat.

My thoughts exactly squall took it from the little mooring of logic that is still not devoid of my mind.

The desire to be protected, be subject to tender cares, to meet all sympathy is integral to the female character.

This passion strong enough to make me attracted to him, perhaps even to make me pretend I love him.

Almost every man this time in my life to ignite such a powerful passion, but it usually happens only in youth, and then there is the happy Union.

Passion is the power that sweeps aside the mind, breaks in pieces all theories and arguments and on time takes away all ability of logical thinking.

It was something to that heartless, arrogant and arrogant, so confident of ultimate victory that I for a moment felt a desire to strangle him.

I do not suppose ye that I the whole day would stay home and put up with your "I'm busy" and "I don't have time"?

Love himself tells us how to treat another human being that should it be considered good and what is bad.

... He stopped being attentive to her, and this woman is worse than blatant sin.

Before her stood a man she really liked, which had a strong influence - so strong, what made her believe that she holds him deep passion.