| Your eyes are like ... Well, they are very pretty eyes, Miss Chapin. | |
| -Frome Enderby | |
| It wasn't that Scandraanon was puposely spying on his friends- well, not much, anyways. And not overtly. | |
| -Mercedes Lackey | |
| The logic of the heart is absurd. | |
| -Julie de Lespnasse | |
| "Ah, if only I could be ninety again," he said nostalgically. "Ox, try to keep your paws off the young lady while we're travelling. Grief of Dawn, hit him over the head with a log every now and then. He will be grateful for the attention." | |
| -Number Ten Ox | |
| "It's hard for a a man to ask a woman to marry him with an eight foot
wall of stakes and withy between them, especially when he happens to be dead at the
time." "But why should you want to marry me? Why do you?" "You might say it's because I need you." For the first time he sounded uncertain, as if he weren't very sure of his ground. "You know how it is with me, Kate. I've been going to waste all my life, like the manor. It's not bad land, but it's too heavy and if the dead water backs up in it-" "And what am I supposed to do - keep you drained?" Kate interrupted indignantly. "Next you'll want me to ditch and manure you!" | |
| -Elizabeth Pope | |
| To love is nothing. To be loved is something. To love and be loved is everything. | |
| -D.R. | |
| The course of true love never did run smooth. | |
| -William Shakespeare | |
| One of the differences between Karl and me- and it's a major one- is that I'm far too considerate to ever leave my wife a widow. Guess I'll just have to live forever. | |
| -Walter Slovotsky | |
| The difference between being a trusted friend and a vassal is non-trivial. Me, I'd rather be the frist. Vassals tend to go to the well too often | |
| -Walter Slovotsky | |
| When arguing with friends or family, the worst psition you can be in is when you're right and they know you are. It limits your ability to plead guilty to a lesser, as they know you don't really mean it. | |
| -Walter Slovotsky | |
| When you say good-bye to a friend, assume that one of you is going to die before you ever get to see each other again. If you want to leave something unsaid, fine ... but be prepared to leave it unseaid forever. | |
| -Walter Slovotsky | |
| She studied her out-of-mode riding habit and windtossed
hair. An impish grin lit her dusty face. "Ravishing creature! Guineas to gooseberries, you're the eonly female in all England to bring two gentlemen up to scratch in a single morning." Isabella gave a small disspirited sigh. "One a besotted gamester and the other a pompous ass! | |
| -Phylis Warady | |
| Let woman grant her favor And I despise her, If without hope I crave her, O how I prize her! | |
| -Unknown | |
| She who's effusive I flee; The girl who's elusive Suits me. | |
| -Unknown | |