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| 3afe648 | All I really need," he continued, "is for you to act as a deterrent." "A deterrent?" she choked out. "A human shield, if you will." "I cannot be left alone with that woman," he said, and he felt no remorse at the low desperation in his voice. "Please, if you have any care for your fellow man." Her lips clamped together in a suspicious line. "I'm not certain what I get out of the equation." "You mean besides the joy of my delightful company?.. | humor | Julia Quinn | |
| e71eba0 | There," she said triumphantly. "Like that." He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language. "Like what?" "That! What you just said." He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If she couldn't speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why he had to speak at all." | Julia Quinn | ||
| af22480 | But Benedict Bridgerton was obviously determined not to be a gentleman this afternoon, because when she moved one of her feet-just to flex her toes, which were falling asleep in her shoes, honest!-barely half a second passed before he growled, "Don't even think about it." "I wasn't!" she protested. "My foot was falling asleep. And hurry up! It can't possibly take so long to get dressed." "Oh?" he drawled. "You're doing this just to torture .. | Julia Quinn | ||
| e20a868 | She was in big trouble now. "You stupid man," she said to the body on the floor. "Why did you have to lunge at me like that? Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? I told your father I wasn't going to marry you. I told him I wouldn't marry you if you were the last idiot in Britain." She nearly stamped her foot in frustration. Why was it her words never came out quite the way she intended them to? "What I meant to say was that you ar.. | historical humor | Julia Quinn | |
| 47f9f0f | Even Colin - the golden boy, the man with the easy smile and devilish humor - had raw spots of his own. He was haunted by unfulfilled dreams and secret insecurities. How unfair she had been when she'd pondered his life, not to allow him his weaknesses. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 878720c | Your fangs are showing, Miss Lyndon." "Are they?" she asked, reaching up to touch her face. "I shall have to remember to retract them." Charles burst out laughing. "You, Miss Lyndon, are a treasure." "That's what I keep telling everyone," she said with a shrug and a wicked smile, "but no one seems to believe me." | eleanor | Julia Quinn | |
| 0be06e8 | What part of his being hunched over a sheaf of papers was so interesting to her? Because that was all he had been doing all week. Perhaps he ought to liven up the spectacle. Really, it would be the kind thing to do. She had to be bored silly. He could jump on his desk and sing. Take a bite of food and pretend to choke. What would she do, then? Now that would be an interesting moral dilemma. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 86122dc | An eternity later, they reached what he thought might be the end, and King Henry waved his turkey leg in the air, loudly proclaiming, "This land shall be mine, henceforth and forevermore!" And indeed, it seemed that all was lost for the poor, sweet shepherdess and her strangely changeable flock. But just then, there was a mighty roar-- "Is there a lion?" Richard wondered. --and the unicorn burst onto the scene! "Die!" the unicorn shriek.. | humor julia-quinn | Julia Quinn | |
| 5264539 | what a sad pair we are," she said. "Surely we can manage a conversation on a topic other than our respective terrible evenings." | terrible-things | Julia Quinn | |
| 9035f28 | She's my little sister. Mine to torture and mine to protect. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 92e770b | No one said we had to spend every waking moment together, but at the end of the day and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore. I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will. | gareth-st-clair hyacinth-bridgerton it-s-in-his-kiss julia-quinn | Julia Quinn | |
| eebc497 | A hard choice. Water or books. Hmm. One could always have wine instead. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| a8623f1 | Things that have been lost and then found are doubly precious, don't you think. People too. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| dc2613c | He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He made me thrive, and valuing that, I could do nothing that would endanger it. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| c920ddd | Young ladies have a remarkable way of letting you know that they think you a "quiz" without actually saying the words. A certain superciliousness of look, coolness of manner, nonchalance of tone, express fully their sentiments on the point, without committing them by any positive rudeness in word or deed." | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| df60ecc | The first duty of an Author is --- I conceive --- a faithful allegiance to Truth and Nature; his second, such a conscientious study of Art as shall enable him to interpret eloquently and effectively the oracles delivered by those two great deities. --- Charlotte Bronte | nature truth writing | Juliet Barker | |
| d0a1a77 | Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means. | reconciliation | Charlotte Brontë | |
| c959ccd | I know that a pretty doll, a fair fool, might do well enough for the honeymoon; but when passion cooled, how dreadful to find a lump of wax and wood laid in my bosom, a half-idiot clasped in my arms, and to remember that I had made of this my equal- nay, my idol- to know that I must pass the rest of my dreary life with a creature incapable of understanding what I said, of appreciating what I thought, or of sympathising with what I felt! | love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| c0a1793 | Presentiments are strange things: and so are sympathies; and so are signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity had not yet found the key. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e58006c | Beauty is given to dolls, majesty to haughty vixens, but mind, feeling, passion and the crowning grace of fortitude are the attributes of an angel. | beauty majesty | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 1e4b62e | I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy. I thought sometimes I saw beyond its wild waters a shore, sweet as the hills of Beulah; and now and then a freshening gale, wakened my hope, bore my spirit, triumphantly towards the bourne: but I could not reach it, even in fancy,--a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium; judgment would war.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 70d4307 | To speak truth, sir, I don't understand you at all: I cannot keep up the conversation, because it has got out of my depth. Only one thing I know: you said you were not as good as you should like to be, and that you regretted your own imperfection--one thing I can comprehend: you intimated that to have a sullied memory was a perpetual bane. It seems to me, that if you tried hard, you would in time find it possible to become what you yourself.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 7441cbb | I knew," he continued, "you would do me good in some way, at some time;--I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their expression and smile did not"--(again he stopped)--"did not" (he proceeded hastily) "strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing. People talk of natural sympathies; I have heard of good genii: there are grains of truth in the wildest fable. My cherished preserver, goodnight!" | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| a3937c0 | Who told you I was called Carl David?" "A little bird, Monsieur." "Does it fly from me to you? Then one can tie a message under its wing when needful." | villette | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 7a18fb6 | Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the window, and busy myself in sketching fancy vignettes representing any scene that happened momentarily to shape itself in the ever-shifting kaleidoscope of imagination: a glimpse of sea between two rock; the rising moon, and a ship crossing its disc; a group of reeds and water-flags, and a naiad's head, crowned with lotus-flowers, risin.. | drawing flowers jane-eyre sketching | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 212c16e | Que me voulez-vous?' said he in a growl of which the music was wholly confined to his chest and throat, for he kept his teeth clenched, and seemed registering to himself an inward vow that nothing earthly should wring from him a smile. My answer commenced uncompromisingly: - 'Monsieur,' I said, je veux l'impossible, des choses inouies; | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 0cec511 | there is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 41dc1eb | I know no medium: I never in my life have known any medium in my dealings with positive, hard characters, antagonistic to my own, between absolute submission and determined revolt. I have always faithfully observed the one, up to the very moment of bursting, sometimes with volcanic vehemence, into the other. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 7b0afb1 | A strong, vague persuasion that it was better to go forward than backward, and that I could go forward-- that a way, however narrow and difficult, would in time open-- predominated over other feelings: its influence hushed them so far, that at last I became sufficiently tranquil to be able to say my prayers and seek my couch. I had just extinguished my candle and lain down, when a deep, low, mighty tone swung through the night. At first I k.. | faith forward st-paul-s | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 73f4627 | Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all, and to burst with boldness and good-will into the silent sea of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 1ed06fa | Her eyes were the eyes of one who can remember; one whose childhood does not fade like a dream, nor whose youth vanish like a sunbeam. She would not take life loosely and incoherently, in parts, and let one season slip as she entered on another: she would retain and add; often review from the commencement, and so grow in harmony and consistency as she grew in years. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 5e4cd0e | To be together is for us to be at once free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character - perfect concord is the result. | jane jane-eyre quotes-i-love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| c5e867f | I had feelings: passive as I lived, little as I spoke, cold as I looked, when I thought of past days, I could feel. About the present, it was better to be stoical; about the future - such a future as mine - to be dead. And in catalepsy and a dead trance, I studiously held the quick of my nature. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| b48af2e | I could bend you with my finger and my thumb. A mere reed you feel in my hands. But whatever I do with this cage, I cannot get at you, and it is your soul that I want. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 0d0651b | Graham's thoughts of me were not entirely those of a frozen indifference, after all. I believe in that goodly mansion, his heart, he kept one little place under the skylights where Lucy might have entertainment, if she chose to call. It was not so handsome as the chambers where he lodged his male friends; it was not like the hall where he accommodated his philanthropy, or the library where he treasured his science, still less did it resembl.. | unrequited-love villette | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 902672f | You mocking changeling- fairy-born and human-bred! | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| a6aa5e7 | These struggles with the natural character, the strong native bent of the heart, may seem futile and fruitless, but in the end they do good. They tend, however slightly, to give the actions, the conduct, that turn which Reason approves, and which Feeling, perhaps too often opposes: they certainly make a difference in the general tenor of a life, and enable it to be better regulated, more equable, quieter on the surface; and it is on the sur.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| af3fca9 | But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know? -I believe; I have faith: I am going to God. -Where is God? What is God? -My maker and yours, who will never destroy what He created. I rely implicitly on His power, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me. | classic death friend religion | Charlotte Brontë | |
| fb00707 | Don't be a goose! | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f2f755e | It had begun to dawn on him that this same sweet pretty little head was a "good head for figures." In fact, a much better one than his own and the knowledge was disquieting. He was thunderstruck to discover that she could swiftly add a long column of figures in her head when he needed a pencil and paper for more than three figures. And fractions presented no difficulties to her at all. He felt there was something unbecoming about a woman un.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| b5b2a3e | I love you...I've always loved you. I've never loved anybody else. I just married Charlie to - to try to hurt you. Oh, Ashley, I love you so much I'd walk every step of the way to Virginia just to be near you! And I'd cook for you and polish your boots and groom your horse - Ashley, say you love me! I'll live on it for the rest of my life! | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 2bc0df5 | Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say. 'God's nightgown!' she cried at last, and felt somewhat relieved. | god impotent nightgown rage | Margaret Mitchell | |
| b024465 | men are so conceited they'll believe anything that flatters them | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 8554c47 | There are no pure people. | Mary Gaitskill |