A few hours' mountain climbing turns a rogue and a saint into two roughly equal creatures. Weariness is the shortest path to equal...ity and fraternity--and liberty is finally added by sleep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day. The way of the wicked ...is like deep darkness; they do not know what they stumble over.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"This is black, darling." "Yes, it's black."... "No, it's white." "Ah, so it is." "We'll go." "We're going." "I don't want to go." "Then, so be it." That's the way it used to be. For the longest time, he'd wander down any path my mind wished to take, but now this same man has become a stranger. Friend, is there anyone who knows a THING about men?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In front of that sinner of a husband, she rattled off... only those words that her pack of vile-tongued girlfriends taught her as fast as she could, and after, began to behave at the Love-god's beck and call. It's indescribable, this natural, charming path of love, paved with the gems of inexperience.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tired, she looked up the path... her lover would take as far as her eyes could see. On the roads, traffic ceased at the end of day as night slid over the sky. The traveller's pained wife took a single step towards home, said, "Could he not have come at this instant?" and quickly craning her neck around, looked up the path again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She's in the house. She's at turn after turn.... She's behind me. She's in front of me. She's in my bed. She's on path after path, and I'm weak from want of her. O heart, there is no reality for me other than she she she she she she in the whole of the reeling world. And philosophers talk about Oneness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »