She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment and it helped me. It has always helped me.

Don't you ever mind, " she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

Don't they always go from bad to worse? There's no turning back--yourold self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart

What she craved and really felt herself entitled to was a situation in which the noblest attitude should also be the easiest.

She seemed always to have seen him through a blur - first of sleepiness, then of distance and indifference - and now the fog had thickened till he was almost indistinguishable.

Oh, Gerty, I wasn't meant to be good.

Perhaps I might have resisted a great temptation, but the little ones would have pulled me down

We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed until we drop.

I will explain You why I'm a dreamer, because in my dream everything is possible and I'm always positive nothing bad will happen in my dream only love is there with me.Jan Jansen

Automatically, like all healthy, normal beings, I deny the existence of horror...

In all earnestness I asked myself what kind of world I had stumbled into.

Solitude is a breeding ground for idiosyncrasy, and I relish that about it, the way it liberates whim.

Every commonplace or trite observation is not a truism.

I have often observ'd the loudest Laughers to be the dullest Fellows in the Company.

You can be a German, you can be a Greek or a Spanish or a Japanese etc, but your true nation is the whole humanity!

Well my name Nicki & it's nice to meet ya, if you really wanna know I'll give you my procedure. Got a whole bunch of pretty game in my clique, and we looking for some ballers: alopecia

Alas for him who seeks salvation in good only! Balanced on God's strong shoulders, Good and Evil flap together like two mighty wings and lift him high.

Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.