Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.

Do anything, save to lie down and die!

Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

There are many things in this world that a child must not ask about.

...Chillingworth was a striking evidence of man's faculty of transforming himself into a devil, if he will only, for a reasonable space of time, undertake a devil's office.

Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.

The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread.

Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart, wherever educated.

Always the right question is considered the unrelated one.

Be nice. (The world is a small town.)

If you tell me, it's an essay. If you show me, it's a story.

I just love drama. I love the idea of exploring relationships, whatever they may be. That's fun for me.

There is a mysterious cycle in human events. To some generations much is given. Of other generations much is expected. This generation of Americans has a rendezvous with destiny.

being asked to decide between your passion for work and your passion for children was like being asked by your doctor whether you preferred him to remove your brain or your heart.

A lot of people wanted to try to make me the white Nicki Minaj. That’s not what I’m trying to do. I love ‘hood’ music, but my talent is as a singer.

I'm just going to stay here, in the darkness under the arch. I can hear you all out there, trip-trapping, trip-trapping over my bridge. Oh yes, I can hear you. But I'm not coming out.

I don't know where I'm going, and I don't care where I'm going. As long as I can just do it.

There is an element of delusional obsession in the French political elite's preoccupation with the notion that France is still a global power.