At the end of my suffering<br>there was a door.
He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.
It is curious and we magicians collect curiosities, you know.
A piece of writing is like a piece of magic. You create something out of nothing.
It is also true that his hair had a reddish tinge and, as everybody knows, no one with red hair can ever truly be said to be handsome.
Houses, like people, are apt to become rather eccentric if left too much on their own; this house was the architectural equivalent of an old gentleman in a worn dressing-gown and torn slippers, who got up and went to bed at odd times of day, and who kept up a continual conversation with friends no one else could see.
It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry.
At the end of my sufferingthere was a door.
At the end of the day, God's love for me, for you, and for the world is settled at the cross.
The real struggle for us is for the citizen to cease to be the property of the state.
My nephews all look at me differently now. Before, they couldn't relate to me, and now I'm like a god.
For any healthy relationship to work you have to be able have that time to spend with your friends. And to have a healthy relationship with your friends - and to be honest, if they "know you", pardon the pun, then they'll understand that you need to spend time with your partner. If people are pulling at you from both sides then maybe there's something a little off balance within the relationship. But it also depends on how you are as a person. You need to set the guidelines quite clearly, and say "I need my friends im my life. I got with you, but my friends are part of me also".