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Letters Quotes (page 22)

If circumstances should make it impossible (temporarily, I hope) for me to be a Russian writer, perhaps I shall be able, like the Pole Joseph Conrad, to become for a time an English writer... ("Letter To Stalin") Yevgeny Zamyatin
... I find in all the works of the greatest writers, especially in their unedited letters, some touch, some sign of myself - some resemblance, soe part of myself, like a thousand reflections of my own hands in a dark mirror. Katherine Mansfield
Edward Gorey quote: "where was I? in remarking that me is the envelopes and not..."
where was I? in remarking that me is the envelopes and not nearly so much so, the often foolish letters inside. Edward Gorey
It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
This is the worst problem with living history museums. They always leave the best parts out. Like typhus. And opium. And scarlet letters. Shunning. Witch-burning. Chuck Palahniuk
Hey, look — Harry’s got a Weasley sweater, too!” Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G. “Harry’s is better than ours, though,” said Fred, holding up Harry’s sweater. “She obviously makes more of an effort if you’re not family.” “Why aren’t you wearing yours, Ron?” George demanded. “Come on, get it on, they’re lovely and warm.” “I hate maroon,” Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head. “You haven’t got a letter on yours,”... J. K. Rowling
Jane Austen quote: "Let us never underestimate the power of a well-written letter."
Let us never underestimate the power of a well-written letter. Jane Austen
The hatchet must fall on the block; the oak must be cleft to the centre. The weight of the world is on my shoulders. Here is the pen and the paper; on the letters in the wire basket I sign my name, I, I, and again I. Virginia Woolf
Liz Carpenter quote: "What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters. You can't..."
What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters. You can't reread a phone call. Liz Carpenter
Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry--" "They won't," said Harry. "That you're safe--" "That'll just depress them." "--and you'll see them next summer." "Do I have to? J. K. Rowling
We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least, we do - some things - appointments, and people's birthdays, and letters to post, and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above. P. G. Wodehouse
But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them askew. Sylvia Plath
Come here." I stop like a thief in a pantomime. And then dive into the warmth next to her. "Snuggling" - surely the most pleasant thing in the world. Scrunching further and further into the mattress as we struggle closer and closer warmer and warmer nearer and nearer, our bodies like a letter fitting into an envelope, my legs over her legs, our hips sliding against each other, her arm tighter and tighter around my shoulders, my face nestled more and more firmly into her collarbone. It is... Kate Millett
A society which is based on the letter of the law and never reaches any higher is taking very scarce advantage of the high range of human possibilities. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words, but which would escape irremediably when they forgot the values of the written letters. Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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