My dear, since Eve picked the apple no woman's ever been taken entirely unawares.... When a woman's kissed it's because, deep down..., she wants to be kissed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I didn't lead a very wise life, myself, but it was a full one and a grown-up one. You come of age very quickly through shipwreck a...nd disaster.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Huw: Bron, would you have me to live in this house, and have my wages? Bronwen: Your home is with your mother.... Huw: It was she who sent me. Bronwen: From pity. Huw: No, from sense. If you put clothes on night and morning, let them be my clothes. Bronwen: Good old man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You make yourselves out to be shepherds of the flock and yet you allow your sheep to live in filth and poverty. And if they try an...d raise their voices against it, you calm them by telling them their suffering is the will of God. Sheep, indeed. Are we sheep to be herded and sheared by a handful of owners? I was taught man was made in the image of God, not a sheep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It's easy to understand why the most beautiful poems about England in the spring were written by poets living in Italy at the time....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Morgan: From tonight you shall get a penny for every mark on your face, sixpence for a bloody nose, a shilling for a black eye, an...d two shillings for a broken nose. Mrs. Morgan: Gwilym, stop it. (To Huw) Fight again and when you come home not another look will you get from me. Not another word. Break your nose, then. Break your mother's heart every time you go from the house.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I thought when I was a young man that I would conquer the world with truth. I thought I would lead an army greater than Alexander ...ever dreamed of. Not to conquer nations, but to liberate mankind with truth, with the golden sound of the word. But only a few of them heard, only a few of you understood. The rest of you put on black and sat in chapel. Why do you come here? Why do you? Dress your hypocrisy in black and parade before your God on Sunday. From love--no. For you've shown that your hearts are too withered to receive the love of your divine father. I know why you've come. I've seen it in your faces, Sunday after Sunday. Fear has brought you here. Horrible, superstitious fear. Fear of divine retribution. A bolt of fire from the skies. The vengeance of the Lord and the justice of God. But you have forgotten the love of Jesus. You disregard His sacrifice. Death. Fear. Flames. Horror. And black clothes. Hold your meeting then, but know if you do this in the name of good and the house of God, against Him and His word you blaspheme.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »