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  • #1
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

  • #2
    L.M. Montgomery
    “After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

  • #3
    L.M. Montgomery
    “…I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

  • #4
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Everything that's worth having is some trouble…”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

  • #5
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “There is no better distraction in this world than losing oneself in books for awhile.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “That's everyone's dream, isn't it, really? Instead of many who give you little pieces of themselves-one who gives you everything.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “The point of stories is not that they are objectively true, but that the soul of the story is truer than reality. Those who mock fiction do so because they fear the truth.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Do not let those who cannot see the truth tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you have always been, and that is enough and more than enough. Anyone who looks at you and sees darkness is blind.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “I am a Herondale. We love but once."
    "That is only a story."
    "Haven't you heard?" James said bitterly. "All the stories are true.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “We don’t always love people who deserve it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “People are only invincible in books," said Cordelia.
    "I think you will find most of the time, not even then," said Tessa. "But at least we can always pick up a book and read it anew. Stories offer a thousand fresh starts.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “How much is love meant to hurt?" he had asked his father once.

    "Oh, terribly," his father had said with a smile. "But we suffer for love because love it worth it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “I wonder sometimes if it is easier to be brave when one is young, before one knows truly how much there is to lose.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

  • #15
    Thomas Hardy
    “A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles: Classic Collection

  • #16
    Thomas Hardy
    “Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?"
    "Yes."
    "All like ours?"
    "I don't know, but I think so. They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard-tree. Most of them splendid and sound - a few blighted."
    "Which do we live on - a splendid one or a blighted one?"
    "A blighted one.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #17
    Thomas Hardy
    “Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #18
    Thomas Hardy
    “Why didn’t you tell me there was danger? Why didn’t you warn me? Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks; but I never had the chance of discovering in that way; and you did not help me!”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #19
    Thomas Hardy
    “Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #20
    Thomas Hardy
    “The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among things done, but among things willed.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #21
    Thomas Hardy
    “This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #22
    Thomas Hardy
    “So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope....”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #23
    Thomas Hardy
    “I agree to the conditions, Angel; because you know best what my punishment ought to be; only - only - don't make it more than I can bear!”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #24
    Thomas Hardy
    “Sometimes I feel I don't want to know anything more about [history] than I know already. [...] Because what's the use of learning that I am one of a long row only--finding out that there is set down in some old book somebody just like me, and to know that I shall only act her part; making me sad, that's all. The best is not to remember that your nature and you past doings have been kist like thousands' and thousands', and that your coming life and doings'll be like thousands' and thousands'. [...] I shouldn't mind learning why--why the sun do shine on the just and the unjust alike, [...] but that's what books will not tell me.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #25
    Thomas Hardy
    “How very lovable her face was to him. Yet there was nothing ethereal about it; all was real vitality, real warmth, real incarnation. And it was in her mouth that this culminated. Eyes almost as deep and speaking he had seen before, and cheeks perhaps as fair; brows as arched, a chin and throat almost as shapely; her mouth he had seen nothing to equal on the face of the earth. To a young man with the least fire in him that little upward lift in the middle of her red top lip was distracting, infatuating, maddening. He had never before seen a woman’s lips and teeth which forced upon his mind with such persistent iteration the old Elizabethan simile of roses filled with snow.
    Perfect, he, as a lover, might have called them off-hand. But no — they were not perfect. And it was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #26
    Thomas Hardy
    “Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her—doubt, fear, moodiness, care, shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light, but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #27
    Thomas Hardy
    “In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving. Nature does not often say 'See!' to her poor creature at a time when seeing can lead to happy doing; or reply 'Here!' to a body's cry of 'Where?' till the hide-and-seek has become an irksome, outworn game. We may wonder whether at the acme and summit of the human progress these anachronisms will be corrected by a finer intuition, a close interaction of the social machinery than that which now jolts us round and along; but such completeness is not to be prophesied, or even conceived as possible. Enough that in the present case, as in millions, it was not the two halves of a perfect whole that confronted each other at the perfect moment; part and counterpart wandered independently about the earth in the stupidest manner for a while, till the late time came. Out of which maladroit delay sprang anxieties, disappointments, shocks, catastrophes -- what was called a strange destiny.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles



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