Sunday, January 26, 2014
Life takes a strange turn upon occasion, does it not?
He would talk. They always did with the hangman's noose swaying in the not-too-far-future.
Funny, the power of an almost kiss.
Cool verging on cold.
Did love really require grand gestures? Wasn't true love to be found in the little things, like holding one's hand or sitting comfortably around a gentle fire?
(Like) the world had met her low expectations.
That was the problem with longstanding friends -- they felt utterly free to go too far and to enjoy every step they took over the line.
He drank, as a man is wont to do when confronted with his innermost emotions, particularly ones pertaining to the heart.
I think you might be absolutely mad, but that is always what they say of the most courageous.
We might as well go for broke.
There was something wild and exciting about a man who might be imprisoned. It meant he was bold, daring, adventurous, as if he could be a hero or a villain in equal measure.
Fools will persist in their madness, will they not?
It involves a lover, of course, as all great gossip does.
The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun longs for something dark and deep.
Desire had a way of making people oddly courageous.
The most dangerous thing of all in matters of love was to be granted your heart's desire.
Some people cannot be warned away from disaster.
Real love was dangerous, it got you from inside and held on tight, and if you didn't let go fast enough you might be willing to do anything for its sake.
Goodness, in their opinion, was not a virtue but merely spinelessness and fear disguised as humility.
Sometimes the right thing felt all wrong until it was over and done with.
Crossed knives set out on the dinner table means there's bound to be a quarrel.
Everything goes wrong if you give it enough time.
A white lie doesn't count if you cross your fingers behind your back, or if you tell it so that someone you love will stop crying.
If a woman is trouble, she should always wear blue for protection.
People want to ignore what they can't understand.
Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.
Unrequited love is so boring.
Two sisters cannot live in the same house and ignore each other for long.
It's easy to forget what you do in the dark, if you need to.
Grief is all around; it's just invisible to most people.
Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.
You can usually uncover the truth, or a version of it at any rate, if you ask enough questions.
The greatest portion of grief is the one you dish out for yourself.
There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
The easiest kind of lying is when you leave things out of a story rather than make them up.
When someone won't let you in, eventually you stop knocking.
A supernova in miniature.
What an unchallenging life it would be if we always got things right on the first go.
I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.
Beware the man who has nothing at all to say for himself.
Is it not strange that love borders so much open hate? But this wicked love is not like the true virtuous love, to be sure: that and hatred must be as far off, as light and darkness. And how must this hate have been increased, if he had met with such a base compliance, after his wicked will had been gratified.
Only a man with something to hide kept his face from revealing anything at all.
Pain didn't exist in finite quantities that could be transferred to someone else. Pain was elastic, it stretched and grew.
Perhaps it was true, that in suffering for another's sake you achieved some sort of absolution for your own sins, uncounted and unpunished.
When a gentleman offers advice, pretend to consider it before doing whatever you originally planned.
The tyranny of affection is hard to withstand.
Dismiss the follies of your youth and hope others are equally forgetful.
When it comes to a book, the good bits are always worth reading again.
It's easy to be brave when nothing threatens you.