I would prefer a sword to fight duel, but a pen to plan a war.
A man.A really manly man with a lot of mannishness in his manliness.
God be with you.”Thanks, but I think, in battle, I prefer Satan’s company.
He grabbed my chin, pulling me towards him. ‘In my dreams,’ he told me, his voice still as hard and cold as an iceberg, ‘more interesting things happen. Things that involve the two of us’.
I love you like the devil loves his pitchfork. I love you like the angel loves his wings. I love you from here to heaven, through hell and back again.
Marriage is supposed to be a union between two equals who love and support each other, not a master-slave relationship in which the man commands a docile woman.
Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.
Then don’t you dare tell me my dreams are insane! Because my dreams are what I live for!
Life is not about living the safer option. Life is about living a life worth living.
And worse, far worse – he wasn’t just kissing me. He was making me like it! And he was somehow, by some nefarious chauvinistic manly trick managing to make me kiss him back!
His lips reached mine and enveloped them, soft as velvet and yet unyielding.
His silent, stony face was only inches away now. He was so near, so terribly near – and then he moved to close the last bit of distance.
Hard. That was what he looked like. That was what you first noticed about him: a hard, chiselled face, like that that of some ancient Greek statue.
You expect me to come and work for you dressed up as a man?” I gasped.
Do you still want me to go to hell? I must admit, I don’t know the way.
His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.
Yes, and you did it spectacularly. They were the best non words ever not spoken.
Knowledge is power is time is money. Meaning that if I shared knowledge, it would tantamount to sharing power or money.