I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.
Interpretation
This quote encapsulates the allure and danger of attraction.
In this quote, the speaker reflects on the captivating presence of Mrs. Regan, suggesting that her beauty and charm come with a hint of danger. It highlights the complexity of human relationships where desire can intermingle with the potential for trouble, emphasizing that what draws us in may also lead to complications.
In practice
During a discussion about the complexities of attraction in a relationship seminar.
Undoubtedly the stories about them [hard-boiled detectives] had a fantastic element. Such things happened, but not so rapidly, nor to so close-knit a group of people, nor within so narrow a frame of logic. This was inevitable because the demand was for constant action; if you stopped to think you were lost. When in doubt, have a man come through a door with a gun in his hand.
There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.
Organized crime is the dirty side of the sharp dollar.
When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.
The flood of print has turned reading into a process of gulping rather than savoring.
If my books had been any worse, I should not have been invited to Hollywood, and if they had been any better, I should not have come.
There are two possibilities: Either the kiss is a human universal, one of the constellation of innate traits, including language and laughter, that unites us as a species, or it is an invention, like fire or wearing clothes, an idea so good that it was bound to metastasize across the globe.
I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much Iβve lost.
All that matters in life is forging deep ties of love and family and friends. Writing and reading come later.
Be kind. Always if you have a choice, be kind.
When you stay in your room and rage or sneer or shrug your shoulders, as I did for many years, the world and its problems are impossibly daunting. But when you go out and put yourself in real relation to real people, or even just real animals, thereβs a very real danger that you might end up loving some of them. And who knows what might happen to you then?
I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.
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