| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 860e60d | He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise. | in-his-arms the-age-of-innocence | Edith Wharton | |
| 63082c5 | Sa emigreze! Parca un gentleman ar putea sa-si paraseasca patria! | the-age-of-innocence varsta-inocentei | Edith Wharton |