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The people who had turned their heads turned them again as the service proceeded; and at last observing her they whispered to each other. She knew what their whispers were about, grew sick at heart, and felt that she could come to church no more. Thomas Hardy
in all the years we spend together, I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen her and that she had chosen me as well. Nicholas Sparks
Though I love your company, your instructions are wasted her. I will always choose the woman who caries me off, I will always sit with the family of loneliness. Leonard Cohen
If I could just write it down in a piece of paper, then maybe she could get a decent night's sleep, eat a little of her dinner. Maybe she could have a minute's worth of peace. Wally Lamb
Anybody is liable to rheumatism in her legs, Anne. It's only old people who should have rheumatism in their souls, though. Thanks goodness, I never have. When you get rheumatism in your soul you might as well go and pick out your coffin. L. M. Montgomery
Orson Scott Card quote: "He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of..."
He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow. Orson Scott Card
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be. A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses... William Wordsworth
Because a women's beauty does not belong to her alone. It is a part of the bounty she brings into the world. She has a duty to share it. J. M. Coetzee
Certainly the determining acts of her life were not ideally beautiful. They were the mixed result of young and novel impulse struggling amidst the conditions of an imperfect social state, in which great feelings will often take the aspect of error, and great faith the aspect of illusion. George Eliot
Michael Ondaatje quote: "She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them...."
She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape. Michael Ondaatje
A. Whitney Brown quote: "the joy of someone who had been a reader all her life, whose..."
the joy of someone who had been a reader all her life, whose world had been immeasurably enlarged by the words of others. A. Whitney Brown
And she never could remember; and ever since that day what Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the Magician's Book. C. S. Lewis
The Shield was another of the Fear's names. According to Laughter, it means he shields the seed of Abraham the way a man starting a fire shields the flame. When Sarah was about to die childless, the Fear gave her a son. When Abraham was about to slaughter the son, the Fear gave him the ram. He is always shielding us like a guttering wick, Laughter said, because the fire he is trying to start with us is a fire that the whole world will live to warm its hands at. It is a fire in the dark that... Frederick Buechner
John Steinbeck quote: "it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate..."
it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials. John Steinbeck
I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright, And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world. And all her train were hurled. Madeleine L'Engle

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