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Well, but you affirm that virtue is only elicited by temptation; - and you think that a woman cannot be too little exposed to temptation, or too little acquainted with vice, or anything connected therewith? It must be, either, that you think she is essentially so vicious, or so feeble-minded that she cannot withstand temptation, - and though she may be pure and innocent as long as she is kept in ignorance and restraint, yet, being destitute of real virtue, to teach her how to sin is at once... Anne Bronte
Leo Tolstoy quote: "She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow..."
She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters. Leo Tolstoy
Nicholas Sparks quote: "As Katie wound her way among the tables, a breeze from the..."
As Katie wound her way among the tables, a breeze from the Atlantic rippled through her hair. Nicholas Sparks
She wanted to surprise everyone by her dash and originality, but she could not help modeling herself on the last person she met, and the confusion of ideals thus produced caused her much perturbation when she had to choose between two courses. Edith Wharton
She found herself to be quite worried that something wouldjump out at her, so she began to whistle. She thought it mightmake it harder for things to jump out at her, if she was whistling. Neil Gaiman
If you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices. Anne Bronte
it gripped her hand gently. 'regret is for humans,' it said. she laughed. 'really?' the machine shrugged and let go of her hand. 'oh no, it's just something we tell ourselves. Iain Banks
She felt about a love set as a painter does about his masterpiece; each ace serve was a form of brushwork to her, and her fantastically accurate shot-placing was certainly a study in composition. Janet Flanner
As she slept amidst the rolling grasslands, Catelyn dreamt that Bran was shole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling. Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light. She woke aching and alone and weary; weary of riding, weary of hurting, weary of duty. I want to weep, she thought, I want to be comforted. I'm... George R. R. Martin
About her husband, i did actually enquire, but she held her private life so fucking tightly, like a tourist clutching a handbag on the A train,.. Peter Carey
It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear. David Herbert Lawrence
She'd been real melancholy in the fall? religious melancholy? it ran in her family. Her father worried so much over believing that he had committed the unpardonable sin that he died in the asylum. L. M. Montgomery
That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together. Jhumpa Lahiri
She was, if anything, on the plain side, at least not the type to attract men wherever she went. But there was something in her face that was meant for me alone. Everytime we met, I took a good look at her. And loved what I saw. Haruki Murakami
You’ve got a goddamn bug today—you know that? What the hell’s the matter with you anyway?" Franny quickly tipped her cigarette ash, then brought the ashtray an inch closer to her side of the table. "I’m sorry. I’m awful," she said. "I’ve just felt so destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible." "Your letter didn’t sound so goddamn destructive." Franny nodded solemnly. She was looking at a little warm blotch of sunshine, about the size of a poker chip, on the tablecloth. "I had to... J. D. Salinger

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