Page 50 Quotes

“Every young lady may feel for my heroine in this critical moment, for every young lady has at some time or other known the same agitation. All have been, or at least all have believed themselves to be, in danger from the pursuit of some one they wished to avoid; and all have been anxious for the attentions of someone they wished to please.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“My mate is really, really weird.

She is also absolutely covered in brown, mushy clay.

She laughs and holds a large lump up to show it to me. Her mouth moves, and she makes enough noise to scare away a group of birds near the shore.

She is so, so strange.”
― Shay Savage, Transcendence

“I gave her the silk nightgown. It was aubergine-colored with narrow straps that left her shoulders and arms bare, and came down to her ankles. It shone and shimmered. Hanna was delighted; she laughed and beamed. She looked down at herself, turned around, danced a few steps, looked at herself in the mirror, checked her reflection, and danced some more. That too is a picture of Hanna that has stayed with me.”
― Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

“After a day on Mykines, I changed my mind about life not going on. A sort of life was going on, beating with a reasonalbe version of a pulse, but that life consisted for the most part of travelers like myself. There were maybe a dozen of us -- one third of the island's population. Our tribe could only increase as the Mykines tribe dwindled away, a few falling down steps, most simply emigrating, until there would be, sad to say, only our peripatetic selves. We were the future of all places condemned by remoteness to a lingering, photogenic death.”
― Lawrence Millman, Last Places: A Journey in the North

“Bubby's eyes, however, glisten with more hope than anyone with two shreds of morals has felt since Trump was elected president.”
― Natasha Diaz, Color Me In

“Opposite the hotel was a barren little park, as wretched as only the park of a dirty little town can be, but for Tereza it had always been an island of beauty: it had grass, four poplars, benches, a weeping willow, and a few forsythia bushes.

He was sitting on a yellow bench that afforded a clear view of the restaurant entrance. The very same bench she had sat on the day before with a book in her lap! She knew then (the birds of fortuity had begun alighting on her shoulders) that this stranger was her fate. He called out to her, invited her to sit next to him. (The crew of her soul rushed up to the deck of her body.)”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“كان صباح يوم من أيام الخريف والجو الرطيب يتسلل إلى حنايا النفس بالأسى العذب”
― نجيب محفوظ, حضرة المحترم

“Mr. Abbot, however, was not at all the conventional type of lawyer, he was neither thin, spare, nor tight-lipped. He was a big florid man, dressed in tweeds with a hearty manner and a jovial effusiveness. There were little creases at the corners of his eyes, and the eyes themselves were more shrewd than one appreciated in a first casual glance.”
― Agatha Christie, Murder Is Easy

“But he saw the puzzlement in her eyes and realized he’d been away once too often. He spoke softly. “I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.” He hesitated but he had to say it, to make her understand. “I do have a problem, a very serious problem.”
― Dorothy B. Hughes, The Expendable Man

“There was reassuring strength in her fingers as they clasped his. “Hold tight,” she said.”
― Dorothy B. Hughes, The Expendable Man

“After the dinner there was dancing and it was better then. There was no need for talk with her in his arms.”
― Dorothy B. Hughes, The Expendable Man

“Solitude is a peaceful state. But sometimes it's also a vulnerable one.”
― Robert Goddard, Blood Count

“Miss Leadbetter was a young lady of extreme refinement. Her English was mincing and clipped. She spoke slowly, with condescending kindness.”
― Mary Westmacott, Unfinished Portrait