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But can you measure someone's love? I want to know. You think you can measure love? She's kind not to laugh at me...No scale would be strong enough, she tells me. It would break to pieces under the weight. Alice Hoffman
Jubilation knows and Longing grants — only Lament still learns; with girlish hands she counts the ancient evil through the nights. But suddenly, unpracticed and askant, she lifts one of our voice’s constellations Into the sky unclouded by her breath. Rainer Maria Rilke
If you’re the girl that needs a boyfriend, and once she loses that boyfriend needs to replace it with a different boyfriend, it’s just this constant stream of boyfriends all the time. I don’t feel like I ever want to be that girl. I want to be the girl that when she falls in love, it’s a big deal and it’s a rare thing. Taylor Swift
Neil Gaiman quote: "I felt like someone who'd been informed that she wasn't..."
I felt like someone who'd been informed that she wasn't actually a hooker; that in fact she was a lady of the evening Neil Gaiman
L. M. Montgomery quote: "It isn't fair she should have everything and I nothing. She..."
It isn't fair she should have everything and I nothing. She isn't better or cleverer or much prettier than me…only luckier. L. M. Montgomery
Ian Mcewan quote: "the world she ran through loved her and would give her what..."
...the world she ran through loved her and would give her what she wanted and would let it happen. Ian Mcewan
Like her father, he wasn't comfortable sharing his thoughts and feelings. She tried to explain that she needed to be closer to him, but it had never seemed to make a difference. Nicholas Sparks
Everything, even herself, was now unbearable to her. She wished that, taking wing like a bird, she could fly somewhere, far away to regions of purity, and there grow young again. Gustave Flaubert
by Annie Wilkes... If you can get into that chair all by yourself, Paul, she said at last, then I think you can fill in your f******* n's. She then closed the door and locked it again. Paul sat looking at it for a long time, almost as if there was something to see. He was too flabberghasted to do anything else. Stephen King
May I ask you what these questions tend?''Merely to the illustration of your character,' said she, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. 'I am trying to make it out.''And what is your success?'She shook her head. 'I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly. Jane Austen
Mom brought me some peanut butter cookies and a biography of Judy Garland. She told me she thought my problem was that I was too impatient, my fuse was too short, that I was only interested in instant gratification. I said, “Instant gratification takes too long.” The glib martyr. Carrie Fisher
It was known that they were a little acquainted, but not a syllable of real information could Emma procure as to what he truly was. “Was he handsome?” “She believed he was reckoned a very fine young man.” “Was he agreeable?” “He was generally thought so.” “Did he appear a sensible young man; a young man of information?” “At a watering-place or in a common London acquaintance it was difficult to decide on such points. Manners were all that could be safely judged of under a much longer... Jane Austen
Jodi Picoult quote: "If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out..."
If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick. Jodi Picoult
Her life had been altogether artificial; she had always been a great garden lily in a hot-house, she had never known what it was to be blown by a fresh breeze on a sun-swept moorland like a heather flower. The hot-house shelters from all chills and is full of perfume, but you can see no horizon from it; that alone is the joy of the moorland. Ouida
Only in the books written in earlier times did she sometimes think she found some faint idea of what it might be like to be alive. W. G. Sebald

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