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“Gray threw open the door, swiftly followed by her legs and everything that went with them. She high-kicked the door shut and glared at Raj. In response he snatched up his keys, shoved them into the ignition, and floored the gas pedal. The vehicle roared. Gray”
― Nikki Jefford, Entangled

“Shirley, "the little brown boy," as he was known in the family "Who's Who," was asleep in Susan's arms. He was brown-haired, brown-eyed and brown-skinned, with very rosy cheeks, and he was Susan's especial love. After his birth Anne had been very ill for a long time, and Susan "mothered" the baby with a passionate tenderness which none of the other children, dear as they were to her, had ever called out. Dr. Blythe had said that but for her he would never have lived.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“In his new Manhattan lab, funded meagerly by friends, Tesla’s wondrous imagination led him to research the resonant frequencies”
― Sean Patrick, Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man That Invented the 20th Century

“York City attorney—in 1887 to learn more about his alternating current theories and designs. Tesla passionately described how the entire system would work,”
― Sean Patrick, Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man That Invented the 20th Century

“Word slowly spread among Manhattan’s elite that a man of incomparable genius was digging ditches to survive. Sensing an opportunity, a band of wealthy investors eventually approached Tesla to develop an improved system of arc lighting.”
― Sean Patrick, Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man That Invented the 20th Century

“Up to this time, Mr Pancks had transacted little or no business at his quarters in Pentonville, except in the sleeping line; but now that he had become a fortune-teller,”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“She never missed before," says a knitting-woman of the sisterhood. "No; nor will she miss now," cries The Vengeance, petulantly. "Therese." "Louder," the woman recommends.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“Of the riders in the tumbrils, some observe these things, and all things on their last roadside, with an impassive stare; others, with a lingering interest in the ways of life and men. Some, seated with drooping heads, are sunk in silent despair; again, there are some so heedful of their looks that they cast upon the multitude such glances as they have seen in theatres, and in pictures. Several close their eyes, and think, or try to get their straying thoughts together. Only one, and he a miserable creature, of a crazed aspect, is so shattered and made drunk by horror, that he sings, and tries to dance. Not one of the whole number appeals by look or gesture, to the pity of the people.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“I’m sorry, Ali, but I’m not ready to make such a big decision.” Laura McCloud sat at the kitchen table across from her sister the morning after their mother’s funeral sipping coffee and nibbling a piece of dry toast. Her Boston home had overflowed with visitors the evening before, but she and Ali were alone now. The house was almost back in order. Leftovers filled the refrigerator shelves--not that she had much of an appetite.”
― Linda Barrett, The House on the Beach

“had considered it a little while, she said to the tiny woman, And you keep watch over this every day? And she cast down her eyes,”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“What Mr Chivery thought of these things, or how much or how little he knew about them, was never gathered from himself. It has been already remarked that he was a man of few words; and it may be here observed that he had imbibed a professional habit of locking everything up.”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“The advance from a personal acquaintance with the elder Mr Chivery to an introduction to his amiable wife and disconsolate son, may have been easy; but easy or not, Mr Pancks soon made it. He nestled in the bosom of the tobacco business within a week or two after his first appearance in the College, and particularly addressed himself to the cultivation of a good understanding with Young John. In this endeavour he so prospered as to lure that pining shepherd forth from the groves, and tempt him to undertake mysterious missions; on which he began to disappear at uncertain intervals for as long a space as two or three days together. The prudent Mrs Chivery, who wondered greatly at this change,”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“What Mr Chivery thought of these things, or how much or how little he knew about them, was never gathered from himself. It has been already remarked that he was a man of few words; and it may be here observed that he had imbibed a professional habit of locking everything up. He locked himself up as carefully as he locked up the Marshalsea debtors. Even his custom of bolting his meals may have been a part of an uniform whole; but there is no question, that, as to all other purposes, he kept his mouth as he kept the Marshalsea door. He never opened it without occasion. When it was necessary to let anything out, he opened it a little way, held it open just as long as sufficed for the purpose, and locked it again.”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“Up to this time, Mr Pancks had transacted little or no business at his quarters in Pentonville, except in the sleeping line; but now that he had become a fortune-teller, he was often closeted after midnight with Mr Rugg in his little front-parlour office, and even after those untimely hours, burnt tallow in his bed-room. Though his duties as his proprietor's grubber were in no wise lessened; and though that service bore no greater resemblance to a bed of roses than was to be discovered in its many thorns; some new branch”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“The following year, the Pierce-Arrow automobile manufacturer and George Westinghouse commissioned Tesla to develop an electric motor to power a car. The motor he built measured a mere 40 inches long and 30 inches across, and produced about 80 horsepower. Under the hood was the engine: a small, 12-volt storage battery and two thick wires that went from the motor to the dashboard. Tesla connected the wires to a small black box, which he had built the week before with components he bought from a local radio shop. “We now have power,” he said. This mysterious device was used to rigorously test”
― Sean Patrick, Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man That Invented the 20th Century

“No, good ol’ Blake was beyond reproach in Charlene’s book. They’d gone to homecoming together and been inseparable ever since . . . well, until today. Not that Gray would do anything bad to him either way. Both she and Charlene had taken the Vow of Honor at age twelve, and that meant absolutely no black magic. Gray lifted her hands in surrender. “Fine, I won’t make a Blake Foster voodoo doll when I get home.” Charlene’s eyes widened. “But don’t blame me if his car gets keyed.” “Lee, don’t touch Blake’s truck, either.” “Why not?” “When we get back together I don’t want to see a scratch on Blake or his truck.” “Oh, so now you’re getting back together?” “Blake just needs to realize the error of his ways.” Charlene flipped a long strands of blond hair over her shoulder and smiled right before turning away. “Char . . .” Gray said in a warning voice.”
― Nikki Jefford, Entangled

“The New York Herald Tribune ran a story on October 15, 1911 called “Tesla’s New Monarch of Machines.” In it, Tesla proclaimed that he was working on a flying machine that “will have neither wings or propellers” or any on-board source of fuel, and that would resemble a gas stove in shape. Using the gyroscopic action of an engine that Tesla had built, and assisted by devices that he was “not prepared to talk about,” the machine would be able to “move through the air in any direction with perfect safety, higher speeds than have yet been reached, regardless of weather and oblivious of ‘holes’ in the air.” Further, it would be able to “remain absolutely stationary in the air, even in a wind, for great length of time.”
― Sean Patrick, Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man That Invented the 20th Century

“Irish bank, and of one or two other equally laudable enterprises. If I were to plead anything in mitigation of the preposterous fancy that a bad design will sometimes claim to be a good and an expressly religious design, it would be the curious coincidence that it has been brought to its climax in these pages, in the days of the public examination”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“By 1905, Tesla ran out of money and was forced to lay off the Wardenclyffe workers and shut down the facility. Newspapers decried it as his “million dollar folly,” to which Tesla responded, “It is a simple feat of scientific electrical engineering, only expensive ... blind, faint-hearted doubting world.” His malaise couldn’t snuff his imagination and love of his work, however. He refocused his efforts on commercially viable machinery and—in 1906, on his 50th birthday—presented a 200-horsepower bladeless turbine”
― Sean Patrick, Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man That Invented the 20th Century

“Slowly the banners of the sunset city gave up their crimson and gold; slowly the conqueror's pageant faded out. Twilight crept over the valley and the little group grew silent.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Rainbow Valley

“They tell me her things are fine enough for a princess," said Susan from a shadowy corner where she was cuddling her brown boy. "I have been invited up to see them also and I intend to go some evening.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Rainbow Valley

“Little Dorrit's eyes. 'Is it bright enough now?' said Arthur. 'Quite bright enough now,' said Little Dorrit. 'Does the charm want any words to be said?' asked Arthur, as he held the paper over the flame. 'You can say (if you don't mind)”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“one was there, though many heads were stealthily peeping from the windows. Only one face, familiar of old, was in the Lodge. When they had both accosted it, and spoken many kind words, Little Dorrit turned back one last time with her hand stretched out, saying, 'Good-bye, good”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“was a clear, apple-green evening in May, and Four Winds Harbour was mirroring back the clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a sly, jovial wind came piping down the red harbour road along which Miss Cornelia's comfortable, matronly figure was making its way towards the village of Glen St. Mary.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Rainbow Valley

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“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“most expressive way from herself to her little mother. 'Or how clever,' said Little Dorrit. 'She goes on errands as well as any one.' Maggy laughed. 'And is as trustworthy as the Bank of England.' Maggy laughed. 'She earns her own living entirely. Entirely, sir!' said Little Dorrit, in a lower and triumphant tone.”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“matronly figure was making its way towards the village of Glen St. Mary. Miss Cornelia was rightfully Mrs. Marshall Elliott, and had been Mrs. Marshall Elliott for thirteen years, but even yet more people”
― L.M. Montgomery, Rainbow Valley

“Susan Baker and the Anne Shirley of other days saw her coming, as they sat on the big veranda at Ingleside, enjoying the charm of the cat's light, the sweetness of sleepy robins whistling among the twilit maples,”
― L.M. Montgomery, Rainbow Valley