Can fire be carried in the bosom without burning one's clothes? Or can one walk on hot coals without scorching the feet? So is he ...who sleeps with his neighbor's wife; no one who touches her will go unpunished.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned? Can one go upon hot coals, and his feet not be burned? So he that... goeth in to his neighbour's wife; whosoever toucheth her shall not be innocent.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What torments my soul is its loneliness. The more it expands among friends and the daily habits or pleasures, the more, it seems t...o me, it flees me and retires into its fortress. The poet who lives in solitude, but who produces much, is the one who enjoys those treasures we bear in our bosom, but which forsake us when we give ourselves to others. When one yields oneself completely to one's soul, it opens itself to one, and then it is that the capricious thing allows one the greatest of good fortunes ... that of sympathizing with others, of studying itself, of painting itself constantly in its works.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If variety is capable of filling every hour of the married state with the highest joy, then might it be said that Lord and Lady De...llwyn were completely blessed, for every idea that had the power of raising pleasure in the bosom of the one, depressed that of the other with sorrow and affliction.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I believe that one of the most dignified ways we are capable of, to assert and then reassert our dignity in the face of poverty an...d war's fears and pains, is to nourish ourselves with all possible skill, delicacy, and ever-increasing enjoyment.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One might imagine that a movement which is so preoccupied with the fulfillment of human potential would have a measure of respect ...for those who nourish its source. But politics make strange bedfellows, and liberated women have elected to become part of a long tradition of hostility to mothers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters... Deliver us to laws; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes, Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, Bibles laid open, millions of surprises, Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, The sound of glory ringing in our ears: Without, our shame; within, our consciences; Angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears. Yet all these fences and their whole array One cunning bosom-sin blows quite away.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Falling in love with a United States Senator is a splendid ordeal. One is nestled snugly into the bosom of power but also placed s...quarely in the hazardous path of exposure.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the like...ness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender bare legs were delicate as a crane's and pure save where an emerald trail of seaweed had fashioned itself as a sign upon the flesh. Her thighs, fuller and softhued as ivory, were bared almost to the hips where white fringes of her drawers were like featherings of soft white down. Her slateblue skirts were kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her. Her bosom was as a bird's soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some darkplumaged dove. But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »