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“That's the thing about fine things, they couldn't alienate, they had to invite, as hers did”
― Vera Jane Cook, Pleasant Day

“Adam offered her a heart-melting smile and a wink, then headed for the door. With his hand on the door, he paused and turned back.
Heidi’s eyes jumped up from his butt to his face.”
― Kirsten Fullmer, Trouble on Main Street

“He who is too well off is always longing for something new.”
― Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm

“The music of hope is everywhere, but to hear it, you need to ignore the muddy jangle of life's hassles.”
― Christine M Knight, Life Song

“Do one good deed everyday and the world will be a better place”
― Greg Mortenson

“--- What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? --- I wish I knew ...

Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can ...

[More croquet sounds]

Later tonight I'm going to tell you I love you an' maybe by that time you'll be drunk enough to believe me. Yes, they're playing croquet ...

Big Daddy is dying of cancer ...

What were you thinking of when I caught you looking at me like that? Were you thinking of Skipper?

[Brick crosses to the bar, takes a quick drink, and rubs his head with a towel]

Laws of silence don't work ...
When something is festering in your memory or your imagination, laws of silence don't work, it's like shutting a door and locking it on a house on fire in hope of forgetting that the house is burning. But not facing a fire doesn't put it out. Silence about a thing just magnifies it. It grows and festers in silence, becomes malignant ....
Get dressed, Brick.”
― Tennessee Williams, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Other Plays

“Then wake up my sweet,  wake up knowing that your future is to be happy, and that your heart will heal.”
― Barbara Sontheimer, Victor's Blessing

“Mead.
O sweet elixir,
Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
 ”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Aurelia frowned. "Are you saying that you hang around the women at court to gather intel?" "Oh, Your Grace, you are quick on the uptake," he said with an impressed look on his face. "It's not fair. Flaminius always gets the hot ones. Does he have to get the smart ones too?”
― Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

“The Elder of Ewart spoke out. “Your words are powerful, Ala Moire, yet they will not suffice. The Dewar commands 50,000 troops in Erbea. We are unskilled in war. We have no hope of defeating or even slowing down this invasion. All we can do is hope to treat with them and negotiate some settlement. If this means we bow our heads, so be it. I will not call simple allegiance to a foreign king slavery. Unless the Dewar wants to rape our land, he can have my fealty.”
― Robert Reid, White Light Red Fire

“I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“Non amava né il giardino né la villa. Era arduo sopportare la presenza del suocero. Era il più "presente" degli esseri. Se anche tentava di infiammare l'immaginazione ripetendo: «Questa casa un giorno sarà mia», non riusciva a entusiasmarsi. «Sì, è bel tempo, pensava con distacco, la villa ha dello stile... le rose... Simone... sì... Ma tutto ciò cosa giova a me, alla mia più intima natura?... Del resto, quando per un'ora vedo lo stesso orizzonte penso alla morte. Il disgusto tipico di ogni uomo che non si accontenta di vivere, che talvolta pensa alla propria vita... Sono stanco del successo, sono stanco dei processi brillanti, degli affari fortunati o sfortunati, delle relazioni utili, stanco anche troppo della presidenza del collegio forense. Soprattutto, pensava, sono stanco del matrimonio, e si ricordava dell'inverno passato, che si riaffacciava alla memoria come un lungo e cupo stato di collera, interrotto da schiarite di appassionata concordia, sempre più rare queste ultime, sempre più frequenti i diverbi... Perché?... Ah! certi matrimoni, certe donne erano così... Certe unioni sembrano generare nell'anima un dolore sordo, proprio come quello del basto che percuote il fianco delle bestie appaiate... Sospirò: «Non chiedo grandi cose, eppure... Che mi lasci partire per due mesi, è tutto ciò che desidero. Quando tornerò sarò dolce come un agnello... Ero forse fatto per il matrimonio? Per non importa quale matrimonio? No, sono ingiusto... Questo non è un matrimonio qualunque... L'ho amata... Lei m'ispira ancora una specie di nervoso affetto... La disgrazia è che si comincia ad amare una persona con tutto ciò che l'attornia... (quando l'ho amata tutto ciò che mi faceva pensare a lei mi era caro: la città in cui l'ho conosciuta; l'italiano che parlavano attorno a me...).
Quando si finisce di amare, ci si slega anche da tutto. Così, questa villa, suo padre, perfino la bambina e questo cielo, tutto mi sfinisce e mi irrita...».”
― Irène Némirovsky, Un amore in pericolo

“She longed for cutlasses, pistols, and brandy; she had to make do with coffee, and pencils, and verbs.”
― Philip Pullman, The Tin Princess

“It seemed to me that everyone knows they will die one day. My feeling was nobody can stop death; it doesn't matter if it comes from a Talib or cancer. So I should do whatever I want to do.”
― Malala Yousafzai, I Am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban

“She had counted on a lifetime to teach her children what they needed to know, but she didn't have the gift of grace and time. Still, she had given them what mattered: they were loved and they knew it. Everything else was decoration.

Love remains.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Four Winds