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“And a man who is stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers does not deserve you anyway.”
― Helen Brooks , In the Italian's Sights

“No woman really wants a man to carry her off; she only wants him to want to do it.”
― Elizabeth Peters

“Stepping down from the swing,
Languidly she smooths her soft slender hands,
Her flimsy dress wet with light perspiration
A slim flower trembling with heavy dew.
Spying a stranger, she walks hastily away in shyness:
Her feet in bare socks,
Her gold hairpin fallen.
Then she stops to lean against a gate,
And looking back,
Makes as if sniffing a green plum”
― Li Qing Zhao

“Spring returns to my lonely chamber,
Once more spring grass is lush and green.
Some red plum blossoms are open,
Others have yet to bloom.
I grind tea bricks into fine jade powder
In a pot carved with azure clouds,
Still under the spell of the morning's dream,
Till all of a sudden I am woken
By a jug of spring.
Flower shadows press at the double gate,
Pale moonlight silvers the translucent curtains.
A beautiful evening!
Three times in two years
We've missed the spring.
Come back without further ado
And let's enjoy our fill of this spring!”
― Li Qing Zhao