The future would take care of itself.
Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?
If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.
He thought the library door would never open again, but that he would be left to live out the rest of his life rooted to the spot on the library carpet, afraid to move a muscle lest the house fall upo...
But marriage is forever.''Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.'Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said.'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, 'though I rather thi...
It was now twenty minutes past four in the morning, allowing for the fact that the clock in the library of his town house was four minutes slow, as it had been for as far back as he could remember.He...
You are my flesh and blood and I have always doted on you, but right now I would have to say you deserve a haughty, ruined chit for your own and she deserves you.
Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo.It just simply was.
There was many a slip twixt cup and lip.
And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language
More annoying than her general righteousness. But Camille
Why do I want to run from happiness?
I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.
It is foolish to regret anything form one's past.
I do not admire greatness that has no substance.
Families are wonderful institution, he said. I value mine more than I can possibly say. But each of us has an individual life to live, our own path to tread, our own destiny to forge. You can imagine,...
This is your home,’ he said. ‘You are mistress of Finchley Park, Vanessa. You may do whatever you wish.’Her smile broadened.‘Within reason,’ he added hastily.
Sometimes now was enough.Sometimes it was everything.
Falling in love was as much about receiving as it was giving, was it? It seemed selfish. It was not, though. It was the opposite. Keeping oneself from being loved was to refuse the ultimate gift. He h...
But there were certain moments in life that forever defined one as a person - in one's own estimation, anyway. And one's own self esteem, when all was said and done, was of far more importance than th...