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It is always the way of events in this life,...no sooner have you got settled in a pleasant resting place, than a voice calls out to you to rise and move on, for the hour of repose is expired.

Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes.

Calm —indeed the calmest— reflection might be better than the most confused decisions

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

Oh God, Alaska, I love you. I love you," and the Colonel whispered, "I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did," and I said, "No. Not past tense." She wasn't even a person anymore, just flesh rotting, but I loved her present tense.

However, he wrote some verses on her, and very pretty they were. And so ended his affection, said Elizabeth impatiently. There has been many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love! I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love, said Darcy. Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

Take it in what sense thou wilt.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick together.

Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?

The catcher in the rye... that's all I really want to be...

He looked like the love thoughts of women.

But I also hoped that [she] had chosen California because she thought that was her true home, the place where she really belonged, where it was always warm and you could dance in the rain, pick grapes right off the vines, and sleep outside at night under the stars.

Linda was nine then, as I was, but we were in love...it had all the shadings and complexities of mature adult love and maybe more, because there were not yet words for it, and because it was not yet fixed to comparisons or chronologies or the ways by which adults measure such things...I just loved her. Even then, at nine years old, I wanted to live inside her body. I wanted to melt into her bones -- that kind of love.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

I am happier than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world, that he can spare from me.

Who overcomesBy force, hath overcome but half his foe.

And empty words are evil.