If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once.
My affections and wishes have not changed.
But one word from you will silence me for ever.
If, however, your feelings have changed......I would have to tell you,you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love...I love... I love you.I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
Damn,damn,damn,damn. I've grown accustomed to her face.She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune that she whistles night and noon,her smiles,her frowns,her ups，her downs are second nature to me now.
Like breathing out and breathing in.I was serenely independent and content before we met.Surely I could always be the way again.
And yet I've grown accustomed to her looks.
Accustomed to her voice.
Accustomed to her face.
But if our love destroys your family, it will destroy itself. In a long, slow degradation of guilt and regret and blame.
Truth, made from contradiction. But it must come with a smile.
Or else I shall count it as false and shall have had no love at all.
The task will be hard.
There may be dark days ahead, and war can no longer be confined to the battlefield, but we can only do the right as we see the right, and reverently commit our cause to God.
If one and all we keep resolutely faithful to it, ready for whatever service or sacrifice it may demand, then with God's help, we shall prevail.
only you ,know how to hear me through the silence
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man;true nobility is being superior to your former self.
Oh, come on, Em. Be spontaneous. Be reckless. Live for the moment!
Of course, I've seen her films and always thought she was, well, fabulous
-- but, you know, million miles from the world I live in. Which is here -- Notting Hill -- my favourite bit of London.
There's the market on weekdays, selling every fruit and vegetable known to man... The tattoo parlour
-- with a guy outside who got drunk and now can't remember why he chose 'I Love Ken'... tattoo
The racial hair-dressers
- where everyone comes out looking like the Cookie Monster, whether they want to or not...
Then suddenly it's the weekend, and from break of day, hundreds of stalls appears out of nowhere, filling Portobello Road right up to Notting Hill Gate.
And wherever you look thousands of people are buying millions of antiques, some genuine... and some not quite so genuine.
And what's great is that lots of friends have ended up in this part of London -- that's Tony, architect turned chef, who recently invested all the money he ever earned in a new restaurant... ended up
So this is where I spend my days and years -- in this small village in the middle of a city -- in a house with a blue door that my wife and I bought together... before she left me for a man who looked like Harrison Ford, only even handsomer... and where i lead a strange half-life with a lodger called
Action is character. If we never did anything, we wouldn't be anybody.
I want to tell you a secret. A great secret that will see you through all the trials that life can offer. You must always remember this. Have courage and be kind.