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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ff7c056 | The sublimity of witnessing the ruler of a mighty nation turning to Holy Scripture for comfort and courage, and finding both in his darkest hour, brought tears to her eyes, and she was obliged to quickly compose herself before returning to Mrs. Lincoln's side. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 811e7b8 | the manor | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| ad7345e | vivid descriptions of the grim sights and sounds and smells | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 89e1092 | brothers and I finished digging the grave he had already begun, and we buried him in the company of Mr. Orrick's wife and two good German women, neighbors | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 8364392 | of her husband's cabinet, who had their own ideas for the president's social calendar. The worst conflict, and the most upsetting for Mrs. Lincoln, was with John George Nicolay, the president's personal secretary, who was charged with the responsibility of arranging state dinners. Single-minded in her resolve | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| f20c84f | In the midst of her bereavement, Elizabeth found comfort in a heartfelt, compassionate letter from Mrs. Lincoln and from the gentle kindness of Virginia, Walker, and Emma, whose eyes brimmed with tears when she told Elizabeth she wished she would have known her fine, heroic soldier. For a brief moment, Elizabeth allowed herself to imagine George and Emma meeting, falling in love, marrying, raising children--but then she banished such though.. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 31107a1 | Jean H. Baker, Mary Todd Lincoln: A Biography (New York: Norton, 1987); Joan E. Cashin, First Lady of the Confederacy: Varina Davis's Civil War (Cambridge, MA: Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, 2006); Catherine Clinton, Mrs. Lincoln: A Life (New York: HarperCollins, 2009); Daniel Mark Epstein, The Lincolns: Portrait of a Marriage (New York: Ballantine Books, 2008); Jennifer Fleischner, Mrs. Lincoln and Mrs. Keckly: The Remarkable S.. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| ff12234 | We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearth-stone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature." Knowledge" | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| a0daaca | longer, | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 3ed7b03 | Lincoln turned away from her husband with a look of offended dignity, but before | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 5c79640 | It's painful to be the one not chosen," she murmured to Father Ryan, watching the younger pair. "Even when you acknowledge, deep down, that the choice was the right one, it hurts to think that the one you love prefers someone else." | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| dd0d2f4 | But Sarah, my dear, don't wish for excitement. Interesting doesn't always mean good. Sometimes the most ordinary things are the ones we learn to miss the most. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| ddf2b59 | Ulys rarely left the house anymore, knowing that his appearance would incite speculation. His doctors came to him, and he declined invitations with the excuse that his writing demanded all his attention. "I'm sure they'd welcome your company." "My dear lady," he asked urgently, seizing her hands. "Are those documents by any chance from the Century Company?" "Why, yes," she replied, surprised. "It's a publishing contract." "For his memoirs, .. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 88f0aba | Upon reflection, Henry found it difficult to disagree with Horace Greeley, editor of the New York Tribune and frequent critic of the Lincoln administration, when he complained that the president had emancipated slaves where the Union could not free them and had kept them enslaved in places where the Union did enjoy the power to give them liberty. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| eda18f6 | nourishing | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| a8e4955 | Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| cafe81a | Women employees were reportedly hired for their personal attractions rather than their skills, and several young ladies claimed that they were refused employment until they yielded to the passionate embraces of the superintendent of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 6ff506e | Paul had often told her that humanity's most precious commodity was time--"Not love," he had emphasized, "not because it's less important, but because you can run out of time, while love can be endlessly replenished"--" | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| a2886d3 | fear that people do indeed know what Hitler wants, and what he intends, and that is precisely why they vote for him. Not because they misunderstand him, but because they understand him very well, and approve. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 6731e12 | Even the best of children can be little tyrants, believing themselves absolutely entitled to every bit of the love and servitude bestowed upon them by the adults entrusted with their care, | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 9ee7005 | Smiles Form the Channel of a Future Tear | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 41457f6 | I just don't know which is worse, to say nothing or to say too much. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 39d7332 | The House and Senate also passed a joint | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 814e4c1 | Her greatest legacy could not be measured in garments or in words, but in the wisdom she had imparted, in the lives made better because she had touched them. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 20fcf23 | Christmas Sonatina by Carl Reinecke | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 2c65f0e | Pluribus Unum. In my view that does not refer only to states, but also to our varied people. Whatever brought these strangers together in this place--chance, fate, or divine intervention--their lives will be forever transformed, forever bound together even if only by the slenderest of threads, because they shared stories. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 4ca3a9a | Life and Letters (New York: Knopf, 1972); and John E. Washington, They Knew Lincoln (New York: Dutton, 1942). Of course, no work was more important than Elizabeth Keckley's own memoir, Behind the Scenes (New York, G. W. Carleton & Company, | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| d26f5e0 | Hope is never false. One's hopes may not be fulfilled, but that does not mean it was wrong to hope. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 6056932 | May the New Year be as full of happiness and peace and friendship. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 21d8063 | And as Miss Austen wrote, 'It is poverty only which makes celibacy contemptible to a generous public! A single woman, with a very narrow income, must be a ridiculous, disagreeable, old maid! The proper sport of boys and girls; but a single woman, of good fortune, is always respectable, and may be as sensible and pleasant as anybody else. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| c0b3cec | as if Laurie had recited the Apostles' Creed in perfect Latin, and resumed tidying up the pews, humming along with the choir, occasionally making brief, quiet remarks to no one in particular, in a tone that was both friendly and respectful. She was just thinking | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 9ba947c | Whenever a stray thought about Aaron, Taylor, or their relationship with Molly wanders into view, I push it into the folder near the back wall so that I can quickly shove them away from Dacia's prying eyes. I visualize that inner wall as an impenetrable fortress, surrounded by a force field, encased in a Cone of Silence, and covered by a Cloak of Invisibility. | the-delphi-effect | Rysa Walker | |
| 780e9ad | Even though I can't hear or see it from this distance, I know that Katherine and my younger self are currently having a brief, nearly silent squabble over who goes through the window first. I'd promised Kate that I'd get her grandmother back to safety, and I took that promise seriously. On the other hand, I was used to getting my bottom whacked if I argued with my elders. And since Katherine's expression suggested she might just toss me out.. | splinter the-chronos-files | Rysa Walker | |
| 536d2d9 | Drunkenness is temporary suicide. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| 9874a37 | With a glance back towards the house, he pulled the secret sketches from within. He'd been working at them on and off for a fortnight now, ever since he'd come across Cousin Eliza's fairy tales among Rose's things. Though they were written for children, magical stories of bravery and morality, they had made their way beneath his skin. The characters had seeped inside his mind and come alive, their simple wisdom a balm for his swirling mind,.. | illustrator nathaniel-walker sketches | Kate Morton | |
| dd4f434 | Stop talking and take me to beer. | Kate Leth | ||
| fce3e25 | Verse after verse follows, her voice rising to a crescendo and then falling, only to rise again with a new passage, each echoing the same refrain. I never realized how many verses of the Bible boil down to, | the-chronos-files the-gambit | Rysa Walker | |
| 539ad58 | As I suspected, innuendo is even more effective at bringing on her blush, but the sly grin that follows close behind is a surprise. "You weren't supposed to be married back when you met her in 1776. Why didn't you arrange an invitation to her chamber?" "Um... because that would have blown my cover as an aspiring celibate." "It's your third trip to this region. If that cover's not already blown, you must be slipping." Her comment almost c.. | the-chronos-files the-gambit | Rysa Walker | |
| 22ae4c1 | ALAFAIR BURKE is the bestselling author of ten novels, including the | Mary Higgins Clark | ||
| 0272859 | Each kid got a small allowance for helping with the harvests, and Kiernan would always head straight to the tobacco shop. Not for cigarettes. At first, he even threw the cigarettes away, but later he'd save them and sell them to the older kids to get enough money for another pack. Kiernan didn't want the smokes. He wanted the baseball cards. When we got back to the Farm, Kiernan would sketch out a baseball diamond in the dirt and we'd stage.. | the-chronos-files | Rysa Walker | |
| 4ebbbde | He said he doesn' have it. Pick on someone your own size." You could really hear the Irish in Kiernan's voice back then. I mean, you can still hear it, but it's more of a lilt when he's older. Back then, it was a full-on brogue." | the-chronos-files | Rysa Walker | |
| 6b6f0f3 | Where's Kiernan?" I asked. "He's with Brother Cyrus. Your turn." The blood drained from my face and I stepped back, toward the wall. One of the older women, Glory, had died from a heart attack the year before. At the burial, all of the adults patted each other on the back and said she was with Brother Cyrus now. The key suddenly felt like a lit coal in my hand, and I dropped it to the floor. Patrick must have realized what I was thinking.. | the-chronos-files | Rysa Walker | |
| ffc1228 | Well, I'm expecting great things from you, young man!" "Th-thank you, Brother Cyrus." As soon as he released my shoulders, I hurried over to the glass wall where Kiernan was sitting, frowning out at the ocean like it had done something to piss him off." | the-chronos-files | Rysa Walker | |
| 9a903d3 | When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth. | Rysa Walker |