Aguila Quotes

Kate opens a jar of honey and pours a thick line of the sticky stuff over the top edge of the wound. Setting the jar back on the counter, she picks up the first strip of cloth and gently wraps it around his arm. As she works, she can feel his eyes on her, watching her silently. She stands close, and his injured arm is outstretched just enough for his hand to be hanging in the air beside her waist. When she tugs on the bandage to make the first knot, his hand is pulled to her, lightly brushing the side of her body with the tips of his fingers. When she tugs again, he presses his hand to her waist, and she feels the subtle constriction of his fingertips.

Pour moi [Corrine Del Aguila-Berthelot, médecin sexologue], l'un des obstacles au plaisir féminin, c'est la déresponsabilisation des filles. Elles croient toujours que le Prince Charmant va arriver et tout leur apporter. Leur sexe est perçu comme quelque chose qu'elles vont devoir partager avec quelqu'un ou "offrir" à quelqu'un, et donc il ne leur appartient pas tout à fait. Elles sont toujours dans le souci de l'autre, se demandant si elles lui donnent ce qu'il veut, comme si leur sexe n'était pas à elle mais à lui. Elles peuvent très bien avoir une sexualité fonctionnelle, et même débridée, mais ce n'est pas investi, pas habité." p. 247

Ante el hotel del Aguila Negra Hay un toro esculpido por Rosa Bonheur Un poco más allá y todo en derredor Está el bosque Y un poco más lejos aún Buena moza El bosque continúa Y la desgracia Y a su lado la felicidad La felicidad ojerosa La felicidad con agujas de pino en la espalda La felicidad que no piensa en nada La felicidad como el toro Esculpido por Rosa Bonheur Y también la desgracia La desgracia con reloj de oro

If you say speak, my lips revolt and I obey before I think, why is my desire to please greater than any inclination towards being self-serving?

If I see your hands, I'll know that you tried, but my skin is made too aware the lack of you hovers, its staleness scraping my lungs.

I tie these regrets around my tongue. It does not bite as much as the cold.

You believe you’re invincible when you’re young. Nothing can hurt you until it does.

I try again ask for help. I will do so until my ears are worthy of being called Home.

Kate stops grinding the knife and begins to pass it over the length of the stone. Turning her wrist, she pulls the blade, swiping one side after the other, honing it to a fine edge. She wipes it dry with an old cloth and picks up a long piece of dark leather. One end of the strop she ties to the knob on the back of her chair, then holds it taught with her left hand. She counts in her head as she passes the blade over the length of the leather, flipping it at the bottom and the top of each pass. When she gets to twenty, she releases her hold on the strop and looks closely at the knife blade. Even in the dim light of the room, it shines.

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