passion [Theme] Page 5

There was as much power in every gaze of Herstwood's as in the passionate words of a lover, if not more. These views did not require an immediate response - and how could one respond to them?

So as not to crash into fragments !!!!

The doctor froze.

All my life I was looking for a balance between reason and feeling, sometimes I was forced to compromise, loving judiciously, compassionate wisely, participating wisely. But with Jamie ... With Jamie I was completely different, for him I sacrificed everything, abandoned logic, forgot caution, plugged my ears so as not to hear the voice of reason. I stopped being the Claire that everyone knew, and became myself, albeit reckless, albeit putting an end to my career, albeit giving up all the comforts of a rational life. From me he received only myself, one that did not need to hide something, and I did not hide: I gave him my body and soul, he saw me in bed, he knew me weak and defenseless, and I trusted him, knowing that he will understand my weaknesses, as he did long ago.

- Lord, why not all men go crazy with love! And not everyone is ready to exchange honor, relatives, even lay the skin just for the opportunity to be with their beloved. To be with the one who left you, and at the same time want her in such a way that passion overshadows the whole world! ..

He left, but his smell remained. A cocktail of youth, cigarettes, volcanic temperament and menthol gum.

And he, that the sun is only dressed ...

... in her chocolate-colored eyes glowed distrust. In general, Tatum loved chocolate and had a passion for exotic tastes: chocolate with salt, chocolate with spices ... But chocolate with suspicions caught him for the first time.

Reluctantly sad!

Reigns in my tormented soul.

He is not always able to love.

Oh, what a boring concern
Soap bubbles!
Well, it seems that someone
I handed over the cards to us without trumps.
There is radiant burning in them,
And there is a heavy longing in us -
We have no hope, no worry
Lose for sure.
Oh no! Of all the possible possibilities
We choose only one thing,
Just that the blue coal of passion
We are condemned to scorch.

And I always thought you were a delicate flower, but look, you are a blazing white Yorkie rose.

We were so many. Friends, brothers, accomplices. James turned out to be who I always desperately wanted to be ... Talented, smart, socialite. The only child in a family where art was valued above rationality, and passion above peace and quiet. I would never have been able to rise to his level. I clung to him like a burdock from the very first day of our meeting, hoping that his genius is infectious.