[Lydia tut-tutted on seeing the grocer's apostrophe]

“Unhappy as the event must be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful lesson: that loss of virtue in a female is…

— Jane Austen

“Cora’s weak smile disappeared entirely, and she eyed Lydia in such a way that Lydia began to regret her approach. But the die was…

— Cindy Anstey

And a certain woman named Lydia, a seller of purple, of the city of Thyatira, which worshipped God, heard us: whose heart the Lord…

— Bible

Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working…

— Charles Bukowski

“It means that you are my freedom, love." "Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine.”

— Meredith Duran

“two elder sisters. In society so superior to what she had generally known, her improvement was great. She was not of so ungovernable a…

— Jane Austen

“Where I am is not a prison but a privilege, as Aunt Lydia said, who is in love with either/or.”

— Margaret Atwood

“Hey, you’re supposed to be my grape, Lydia McCarthy. Why are you letting another man squish you behind my back?”

— Donna McDonald

“You know you've found love when they have: a smile that melts you, an innocence that soothes, a presences that glows and a trust…

— Kieran Harper

“Something’s wrong in the air, you know, when a book costs less than a bullet. Or a Coke. Values-wise. Lydia”

— Matthew J. Sullivan

“What now?" Lydia asked. "I assume we have a plan B?" He shook his head. "We're way past plan B," he told her. "And…

— John Flanagan

“Will you be back?” Lydia said. She hadn’t meant to, because she knew in her heart, in her bones, and deeper than that what…

— James S.A. Corey

“Without knowing it he drew a very pleasant picture of an affectionate, happy family who lived unpretentiously in circumstances of moderate affluence at peace…

— W. Somerset Maugham

“His hand still rested on her breast, but his fingers had stilled. The touch that had been so agitating now felt comforting. As though…

— Meredith Duran

Lydia: Strange how you always remember the pain someone gave you, but seldom the hurt you caused them.

— Sherrilyn Kenyon