Life was a hunger meant to be sated. Life was meant to be swallowed, not sipped.
A Voice in the Wind, Francine Rivers
‘Sometimes things go wrong. It is inevitable. But it is a mistake to waste time and energy worrying about events that you cannot influence. Once they have happened, let them go.”
Anthony Horowitz ‘Alex Rider- Russian Roulette’
“Losing someone you love is like a death, except you know that person is still alive…and has the potential to be happy with someone besides you. So it’s grief with a painful twist.”
“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don’t see or care.”The Great Gatsby
One can’t just have anybody coming in ones house. One has got to be careful.
A A Milne
Winnie The Pooh
“Where the heart is really attached, I know very well how little one can be pleased with the attention of anybody else. Everything is so insipid, so uninteresting, that does not relate to the beloved object!”
“I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman’s feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.”
Jane Austen, Mansfield Park
It raises my spleen more than anything, to have the pretence of being asked, of being given a choice, and at the same time addressed in such a way as to oblige one to do the very thing,whatever it be!
Thomas Betram to Fanny Price in Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
How pleasant it is to spend an evening in this way! I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! – When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excelled library.
Miss Bingley, Chapter 3, Pride and Prejudice
A Quote for Reading Month 2015. It is a pity that Miss Bingley words were an attempt only to impress Mr. Darcy. Do you agree with Miss Bingley that “there is no enjoyment like reading?”
“Somewhere in every man, etched out upon his soul, is the one resentment, one love, one hate that his days have pressed out of him. Whether it’s written harshly upon the surface of his wizened face, or pierces out from the deep within his yellow eyes, it’s there!”
Ismith Khan, The Jumbie Khan