He made me feel an idiot, even when I knew he was a bigger one than I.
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Yes, well, life is a folly. If you live long enough, nothing is surprising.
Paintings may serve a spiritual purpose for Catholics, but remember too that Protestants see God everywhere, in everything. By painting everyday things—tables and chairs, bowls and pitchers, soldiers...
Life itself was far messier and didn’t end so tidily with the heroine making the right match.
It is not easy to let someone go, even when they have said unforgivable things to you.
There is a difference between Catholic and Protestant attitudes to painting, he explained as he worked, but it is not necessarily as great as you may think. Paintings may serve a spiritual purpose for...
Lick your lips, Griet.I licked my lips.Leave your mouth open.I was so surprised by this request that my mouth remained open of its own will. I blinked back tears. Virtuous women did not open their mou...
Margaret grasped on to the magic of novels because they held out hope that Mary—and she herself—might yet have a chance at marriage. While my own experience of life was limited, I knew such a thing wo...
I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.
I knew I should believe him, as he taught at Oxford, but his answers did not feel complete. It was like having a meal and not getting quite enough to eat.
He was a collector rather than a hunter, buying his knowledge rather than seeking it with his own eyes and hands. I
Not of this world,
Nance is funny that way. She likes women her own size--like your sister. She knows where she is with a woman like Martha. Whereas Molly--she's so--well, so full of life, she makes Nance feel even sick...
Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me.
Funny, I didn't think much about apples fore we came to the Black Swamp. when I was growin up we had an orchard like everybody else but I didn't pay it no attention cept when the blossom was out in Ma...
In the clear brown were little flecks of black like pieces of bark
Años de acarrear el agua, retorcer la colada, fregar los suelos, vaciar los orinales, sin que la belleza o el color o la luz entraran en mi vida, se extendían ante mí como una paisaje llano en el que...
At first I could not meet his eyes. When I did it was like sitting close to a fire that suddenly blazes up.
Although we kept the door ajar so that we could hear, we could not see beyond the gentlemen standing in front of the door in the crowded room. I felt trapped behind a wall of men that separated me fro...
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