If It Was A Sin For You

He [brian Fraser] Told Me That A Man Must Be Responsible For Any See He Sows, For It's His Duty To Take Care Of A Woman And Protect Her. And If I Wasna Prepared To Do That, Then I'd No Right To Burden A Woman With The Consequences Of My Own Actions.

Men Go Where They Will, They Do As They Must; It Is Not A Woman's Part To Bid Them To Stay, Nor Yet To Reproach Them For Being What They Are-or For Not Coming Back.

Where Did You Learn To Kiss Like That?” I Said, A Little Breathless. He Grinned And Pulled Me Close Again. “i Said I Was A Virgin, Not A Monk,” He Said, Kissing Me Again. “if I Find I Need Guidance, I’ll Ask.

Time Is A Lot Of The Things People Say That God Is. There's Always Preexisting, And Having No End. There's The Notion Of Being All Powerful-because Nothing Can Stand Against Time, Can It? Not Mountains, Not Armies. And Time Is, Of Course, All-healing. Give Anything Enough Time, And Everything Is Taken Care Of: All Pain Encompassed, All Hardship Erased, All Loss Subsumed. Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust. Remember, Man, That Thou Art Dust; And Unto Dust Thou Shalt Return. And If Time Is Anything Akin To God, I Suppose That Memory Must Be The Devil.

We Have Nothing Now Between Us, Save - Respect, Perhaps. And I Think That Respect Has Maybe Room For Secrets, But Not For Lies.