The trouble with life sometimes is that we are all in it together.
Sometimes one feels the need of a word more powerful than love, or at least one more exclusive to the love of one's heart.
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.
Now she realized she had never been kissed before. Not really. Not like this.Ah, never like this.
Miss Daisy Morrison, behaving so scandalously on her very first public appearance among the beau monde, would not easily be forgiven. But of course a
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...
Living is not merely a matter of staying alive, is it? It is what you do with your life and the fact of your survival that counts.
It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.
It takes chracter to refuse a man you love more dearly than life merely because marrying him would be the wrong thing to do.
I would be more inclined to tell my children the opposite, she said. Stop being fruitlessly busy and dream. Use your imagination. Reach out into the unknown and dream of how you can enlarge your exper...
I am not sure what lonliness is, she said. If it is not literally being solitary, is it the fear of solitude, of being alone with oneself? I feel no such fear. I like being alone.What do you fear then...
How easy it is to dismiss the outer packaging without an inkling that one is thereby missing the precious beauty within.
Home had always been a place to dream of.
He wished someone in the course of history had thought of striking that word and all its derivatives from the English Language - happy, happier, happiest, happiness. What the devil did the words reall...
He had spent almost two years hearing a baby cry in his nightmares while he found it impossible to reach her.
Do you believe that sometimes life points out a way for us to follow even if it does not force us into taking that particular path?
But it was possible to teach what one could not practice.
Awfully? she said, taking his arm to descend the stairs. I am full of awe, he explained.