“You pierce my soul.
I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious
feelings are gone forever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more
your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not
say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I
have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have
been, but never inconstant.”
Jane Austen, Persuasion
“I would sooner let
my beard grow to my waist and eat potatoes in Siberia.”
Tsar Alexander I
“Her mother was pecked
to death by pigeons.”
“That happens,”
Alexei said with a nod.
Both Harry and
Sebastian looked over at him in shock.
“It is not
accidental,” Alexei demurred.
“I may need to
revisit my desire to see Russia,” Sebastian said.
“Swift justice,”
Alexei stated. “It is the only way.”
Harry couldn’t
believe he was asking, but it had to be said. “Pigeons are swift?”
Alexi shrugged, quite
possibly the least clipped and precise gesture Harry had seen him make. “Justice is swift. The punishment, not so much.”
Julia Quinn, What Happens in London
“Do you think,
because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You
think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God
had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard
for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!”
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
“Hello Eyeore,” said Christopher
Robin, as he opened the door and came out. “How are you?”
“It’s snowing still,”
said Eyeore gloomily.
“So it is.”
“And freezing.”
“Is it?”
“Yes,” said Eyeore. “However,”
he said brightening up a little, “We haven’t had an earthquake lately.”
A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner
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