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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6239b82 | Farewell!" was the cry of my heart as I left him. Despair added, "Farewell for ever!" -- | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 2a920f7 | I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home--my only home. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e180041 | I will do my best: it is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| aa00a80 | I am sure, sir, I should never mistake informality for insolence: one I rather like, the other nothing free-born would submit to, even for a salary | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e05be9d | As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 5112f23 | There was nothing to cool or banish love in these circumstances, though much to create despair. Much, too, you will think, reader, to engender jealousy: if a woman, in my position, could presume to be jealous of a woman in Miss Ingram's. But I was not jealous...Miss Ingram was a mark beneath jealousy: she was too inferior to excite the feeling. Pardon the seeming paradox; I mean what I say. She was very showy, but she was not genuine; she h.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| c4dc23b | How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more. | jane-eyre love mr-rochester | Charlotte Brontë Brontë | |
| 8314902 | Speak," he urged. "What about, sir?" "Whatever you like. I leave both the choice of subject and the manner of treating it entirely to yourself." Accordingly I sat and said nothing. "If he expects me to talk, for the mere sake of talking and showing off, he will find he has addressed himself to the wrong person," I thought." | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| d4b7cd2 | Your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| eb9dd4f | I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains. | fate pain | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 43aca6b | Besides, I seemed to hold two lives--the life of thought, and that of reality; and, provided the former was nourished with a sufficiency of the strange necromantic joys of fancy, the privileges of the latter might remain limited to daily bread, hourly work, and a roof of shelter. | thought | Charlotte Brontë | |
| b0e534e | Then her soul sat on her lips, and language flowed, from what source I cannot tell. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e292297 | Something real, cool, and solid, lies before you something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness that they must rise and betake themselves thereto. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 97e1f4d | your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me... | fury love madness | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 504388f | Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 45c49c0 | As the wind swelled, my tree started to sway. Almost like a human body it swung back and around, gently at first, then more and more wildly. While the swaying intensified, so did my fears that the trunk might snap and hurl me to the ground. But in time my confidence returned. Amazed at how the tree could be at once so flexible and so sturdy, I held on tight as it bent and waved, twisted and swirled, slicing curves and arcs through the air. .. | T.A. Barron | ||
| 1a04bbe | Out of the welter of rapture and anger and heartbreak and hurt pride that he had left, depression emerged to sit upon her shoulder like a carrion crow. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 9f2fa68 | Scarlett, when you are forty-five, perhaps you will know what I'm talking about and then perhaps you, too, will be tired of imitation gentry and shoddy manners and cheap emotions. But I doubt it. I think you'll always be more attracted by glister than by gold. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| e633562 | Why, why, her mind stuttered, I believe women could manage everything in the world without men's help--except having babies, and God knows, no woman in her right mind would have babies if she could help it. | gone-with-the-wind women | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 8d3ac1b | Don't you suppose men get surprised after they're married to find that their wives do have sense?" "Well, it's too late den. Dey's already mahied." | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| cb2abe3 | I've done murder and so I can surely do this. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 27237aa | He never really existed at all, except in my imagination, she thought wearily. I loved something that I made up...I made a pretty suit of clothes and fell in love with it. And when Ashley came riding along, so handsome, so different, I put that suit on him and made him wear it whether it fitted him or not. And I wouldn't see what he really was. I kept on loving the pretty clothes-and not him at all. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f9e0942 | He knew that she took life as it came, opposed her tough-fibered mind to whatever obstacles there might be, fought on with a determination that would not recognize defeat, and kept on fighting even when she saw defeat was inevitable. | perseverence | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 8a068eb | But how nice it would be to know that some good Yankee woman - And there must be SOME good Yankee women. I don't care what people say, they can't all be bad! How nice it would be to know that they pulled weeds off our men's graves and brought flowers to them, even if they were enemies. If Charlie were dead in the North it would comfort me to know that someone - And I don't care what you ladies think of me," her voice broke again, "I will wi.. | gone-with-the-wind goodness graves humanity | Margaret Mitchell | |
| b435627 | I love you, your courage and your stubbornness and your fire and your utter ruthlessness. How much do I love you? So much that a moment ago I would have outraged the hospitality of the house which has sheltered me and my family, forgotten the best wife any man ever had -- enough to take you here in the mud like a --" She struggled with a chaos of thoughts and there was a cold pain in her heart as if an icicle had pierced it. She said haltin.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 210aa68 | Then it suddenly and theatrically began to clean itself in the way cats do when they want you to know what a big deal you aren't. | funny | Adam Rex | |
| ddf2f0a | Things are always less important once you're assured of having them. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| f97e1a1 | I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see. | hatred love poetry | Edmund Spenser | |
| 3fe6574 | Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem, Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield: The worth of all men by their end esteem, And then praise, or due reproach them yield. | human-nature poetry | Edmund Spenser | |
| e2ff529 | What makes my bed seem hard seeing it is soft? Or why slips downe the Coverlet so oft? Although the nights be long, I sleepe not tho, My sides are sore with tumbling to and fro. Were Love the cause, it's like I shoulde descry him, Or lies he close, and shoots where none can spie him? T'was so, he stroke me with a slender dart, Tis cruell love turmoyles my captive hart. Yeelding or striving doe we give him might, Lets yeeld, a burden easly b.. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 8564f82 | the lofty mind of man can be imprisoned by the artifices of its own making. | christopher-marlowe faust faustian faustus grand-plans imprisionment imprison man mankind marlowe mind philosophical planning plans sad-but-true when-plans-go-wrong when-things-fall-apart | E.A. Bucchianeri | |
| 0d43ba7 | You don't trade in the devil you know for the one you don't know. | wisdom | Ann Rinaldi | |
| 80f8b24 | Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. -Chris McCandless | into-the-wild | Jon Krakauer | |
| dc0629d | It was like that. Sometimes I'd go for a period--days or weeks--without feeling the full sweep of my loss, and then as unexpected as a thunderclap, the realization would rip the protective coating from my senses. Maybe that's the way it is with trick knees and aging griefs. Totally pain free one moment and absorbingly painful the next. | Bette Greene | ||
| bac63cb | Childhood anxieties, childhood fears, never disappear entirely. They fade, but not away. | growing-up | Lauren Bacall | |
| fc439b5 | People who travel are always fugitives. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 8d47a7a | You have qualities that are just as important, far more so, in fact. It's perhaps cheeky of me to say so, I don't know you very well. I'm a bachelor, I don't know very much about women, I lead a quiet sort of life down here at Manderley, as you know, but I should say that kindliness, and sincerity, and if I may say so--modesty--are worth far more to a man, to a husband, than all the wit and beauty in the world. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| e325c6b | A cloud, hitherto unseen, came upon the moon, and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face.The illusion went with it, and the lights in the windows were extinguished. I looked upon a desolate shell, soulless at last, unhaunted, with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. The house was a sepulchre, our fear and suffering lay buried in the ruins. There would be no resurrection. When I thought of Manderley in my waking hours.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b340897 | Once a person gave his talent to the world, the world put a stamp upon it. The talent was not a personal possession any more. It was something to be traded, bought and sold. It fetched a high price, or a low one. It was kicked in the common market. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ee648a8 | And perhaps one day, in after years, someone would wander there and listen to the silence, as she had done, and catch the whisper of the dreams that she had dreamt there, in midsummer, under the hot sun and the white sky. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 438a084 | You have blotted out the past for me, far more effectively than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ee6dcf8 | There was silence between them for moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 8367e62 | What happened? Stan repeats. To us? To the country? What happened when childhood ends in Dealey Plaza, in Memphis, in the kitchen of the Ambassador, your belief your hope your trust lying in a pool of blood again? Fifty-five thousand of your brothers dead in Vietnam, a million Vietnamese, photos of naked napalmed children running down a dirt road, Kent State, Soviet tanks roll into Prague so you turn on drop out you know you can't reinve.. | Don Winslow | ||
| ee9a927 | Jivan: You think when you have love that love is easy to find, that everyone has it. It's not true. It's very hard to find. Nedra: I haven't been looking for it. Jivan: It's like a tree...It takes a long time to grow. It has roots very deep, and these roots stretch out a long way, farther than you know. You can't cut it, just like that. | love | James Salter |