But why always think the worst of people? What would she be doing to herself if she adopted that attitude to life? It was better to think the best and be wrong than to think the worst and be wrong.
And then something blossomed deep within and opened almost like the multitude petals of a rose, pushing back the tension in rippling waves as they bloomed until she surrendered to relaxation with a so...
Still found it difficult to look him in the face. She smiled vaguely in the direction of
Set out to net him. She had her godmother and his
Any way fond of him. She was an accomplished flirt and by her own admission he was one of the few men not to fall to her charms. She had been forced by her very nature, perhaps, into using tactics oth...
You just have not...oh, learned who yo are yet.
Wept for the death of an ardent and immature love that had been unable to bring any comfort or peace to the beloved. And wept for the woman he had taken to wife with such high ideals—the woman who had...
We can always do anything as long as we are alive. We can always change, grow, evolve into a far better version of ourselves. It is surely what life is for.
There was at least as much to learn as there was to be taught.
There is something infinitely better than happily ever after. There is happiness. Happiness is a living, dynamic thing, Eve, and has to be worked on every moment for the rest of our lives. It is a far...
The wind was cold and cut into her even though it was at her back, but she loved the wild sound and the salt smell of it and the deepened sense of solitude it brought.
The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.
Sycophants
Stop being so fruitlessly busy and
Some people look forward to going to heaven after they die, he said. For years after I purchased it, Rose Cottage was the earthly heaven to which I aspired.
She wondered if she would have tumbled into love with him during the past week if her heart had been whole, if her soul had no been shattered long ago. She rather thought she might have. But a heart a...
She was Sophia Fry, though her name was rarely used. She was known by her relatives, when she was known as anything at all, and perhaps by their servants too, as the mouse.
Oh, but I do, Henrietta said earnestly. ’ Twill come between us, Anna, and I have so enjoyed having a friend.
Miss Abigail Westcott, he had concluded during the past week, when he had watched her far more than he had wanted to and far more than was good for him, did most of her living inside herself. Like an...
Love does not deck the beloved in chains. It just is.