And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
What you should really be sorry for," he continued, "is that for the rest of my life, I'll have to avoid wine… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Valerie was crying, too. She was laughing and sniffling back sobs. “I’m going to marry my snuggy wuggums,” she said. Morelli paused,… — Janet Evanovich Copy Share Image
Rationally speaking, blaming one's behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
We will have to choose not between color nor race nor religion nor between East and West either, but simply between being… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
