Strange, the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moment's unwary thought, the pain resurfaced, sharp and raw as a fresh wound.
When law enforcers are shown to have such unswerving integrity, only the most churlish among us would question the methods they use to "get their man… - Donna Woolfolk Cross
When law enforcers are shown to have such unswerving integrity, only the most churlish among us would question the methods they use to "get their man…
- Donna Woolfolk Cross
Who was to know what went on in a person's heart? A wise woman kept her own counsel. - Donna Woolfolk Cross
Who was to know what went on in a person's heart? A wise woman kept her own counsel.
To marry is to surrender everything--not only your body but your pride, your independence, even your life. - Donna Woolfolk Cross
To marry is to surrender everything--not only your body but your pride, your independence, even your life.
As for will, woman should be considered superior to man for Eve ate of the apple for love of knowledge and learning, but Adam ate of it merely becaus… - Donna Woolfolk Cross
As for will, woman should be considered superior to man for Eve ate of the apple for love of knowledge and learning, but Adam ate of it merely becaus…
Is it not lack of faith that leads men to fear the scrutiny of reason? If the destination is doubtful, then the path must be fraught with fear. A rob… - Donna Woolfolk Cross
Is it not lack of faith that leads men to fear the scrutiny of reason? If the destination is doubtful, then the path must be fraught with fear. A rob…
Strange, the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moment's unwary thought, the pain… - Donna Woolfolk Cross
Strange, the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moment's unwary thought, the pain…
There was always a way, when one knew what one wanted. - Donna Woolfolk Cross
There was always a way, when one knew what one wanted.
What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrim… - Donna Woolfolk Cross
What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrim…
Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man. - Donna Woolfolk Cross
Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man.
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