Ana > Ana's Quotes

“Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete. Who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. Its about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing all the way to your bones that she's simply the best person you've ever known.”
― Julia Quinn, The Viscount Who Loved Me

“She certainly did not hate him. No; hatred had vanished long ago, and she had almost as long been ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him, that could be so called. The respect created by the conviction of his valuable qualities, though at first unwillingly admitted, had for some time ceased to be repugnant to her feelings; and it was now heightened into somewhat of a friendlier nature, by the testimony so highly in his favour, and bringing forward his disposition in so amiable a light, which yesterday had produced. But above all, above respect and esteem, there was a motive within her of good will which could not be overlooked. It was gratitude.--Gratitude not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough, to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection. He who, she had been persuaded, would avoid her as his greatest enemy, seemed, on this accidental meeting, most eager to preserve the acquaintance, and without any indelicate display of regard, or any peculiarity of manner, where their two selves only were concerned, was soliciting the good opinion of her friends, and bent on making her known to his sister. Such a change in a man of so much pride, excited not only astonishment but gratitude--for to love, ardent love, it must be attributed; and as such its impression on her was of a sort to be encouraged, as by no means unpleasing, though it could not exactly be defined.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.”
― Louise Erdrich

“Este amor tinha assumido as dimensões honestas do matrimônio; mas semelhante palavra não ousava escrevê-la o meu pulso plebeu.”
― Camilo Castelo Branco

“Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.”
― Julia Quinn, The Viscount Who Loved Me

“For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

“Suddenly, it seemed there were about a million times he was supposed to have kissed her, even without the benefit of a script, even without any sort of direction.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.”
― Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger

“Lá não se diz ama; é querem-se. "Querem-me" é outra coisa; é amalgamarem-se num só ser, em uma só vontade, numa identidade de alma e corpo tal, e tão uma que nem sequer cogitam se há desgraça com força de desuni-los aquém da morte. E para lá da sepultura ainda eles têm como segura a vida imortal em união de penas ou glórias.”
― Camilo Castelo Branco, Coração, Cabeça e Estômago

“Some people care too much. I think it's called love.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

“You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.”
― Annie Proulx

“You can't lie to your soul.”
― Irvine Welsh, Porno

“There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.”
― Zadie Smith, White Teeth

“When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“The hardness of a diamond is part of its usefulness, but its true value is in the light that shines through it.”
― B.K.S. Iyengar, Light on Life

“When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts.”
― Anzia Yezierska

“The nicest thing about feeling happy is that you think you'll never be unhappy again.

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― Manuel Puig, Kiss of the Spider Woman and Two Other Plays

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“It’s lovely loving, isn’t it? In fact, I find it almost better, because being loved sometimes embarrasses me, but loving is a gift.”
― Sheila Hancock

“Even when you have doubts, take that step. Take chances. Mistakes are never a failure—they can be turned into wisdom.”
― Cat Cora

“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.”
― Nora Ephron

“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.”
― Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

“Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.”
― Alexander Pope, The Rape of the Lock

“If your writing doesn't keep you up at night, it won't keep anyone else up either”
― James M. Cain

“Listen, and you will realize that we are made not from cells or from atoms. We are made from stories.”
― Mia Couto

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson