Aprendi a ficar quieta e a parar de fazer coisas, de ouvir e até de pensar. Aprendi a ser. Aprendi que quase qualquer lugar pode ser um desses lugares especiais, caso eu o permita. Talvez tenha aprend...
And what may I do for you? Jane had intended to try to draw her away to the refreshment room, but it seemed they were
After you have broken my heart and left me, I will remember that we are always and ever connected.
After a few awkward moments, Lizzy joined them and they skipped along the avenue, the three of them, laughing and whooping and altogether making an undignified spectacle of themselves.
Was someone with her to hold her hand. The master of the house in which she had been forced to take refuge because her younger brothers and sister had the measles or would have soon and she was too yo...
This has been a birthday best forgotten.Most birthdays are, milord, his man said agreeably
Siempre se disfruta de libertad a menos que estemos encarcelados
Youthful dreams are precious things. They ought not to be dashed as foolish and unrealistic just because they are young dreams. Innocence ought not to be destroyed from any callous conviction that a r...
When one had once suffered a great hurt, there was always a weakness afterward, a vulnerability where there had been wholeness and strength before - and innocence.
We women are impractical because we have hearts. Not that men do not, but they feel things differently. They do not feel the suffering around them, or, if they do, they know how to harden their hearts...
The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.
She could remember him at church, sitting with his family in the second pew, behind her and her mother. She had worn her hair in long braids as a child, and she had liked to toss the braids over the b...
Life was very sad if there were not - and unbearably so if one's experience with romantic love turned one into an incurable cynic.
It is hard, is it not, he said, to have one’s life develop quite differently from what one expected and to feel not fully in command of it?
If there were no illusions, there would bo no disillusionment. But then one would have no fond memories either, with which fortify oneself against the pain of the reality.
If she allowed herself to wallow in self-pity, she would be in danger of becoming one of those habitual moaners and complainers everyone avoided.
If only the devil were feminine - perhaps he (she) was; no one had ever seemed to think of that - he would readily believe that her pseudonym was Daisy Morrison.
I have always been a spectator of life, you know, never a participant. Never. But now I am. Today I am, and I an awed and deliriously happy. This is the adventure I asked for, the adventure I am havin...
How fragile were the moments of chance on which the whole course of one's life hinged.
He was insulting her sex but complimenting her personally. Was she supposed to simper with gratitude?