And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned. Nor hell a fury, like a woman scorned’ William Congreve” — Kimberley Chambers Copy Share Image
“He bathed in icy water and scrubbed and scratched his body with a block of pumice stone, and the pain of his… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and… — Melissa de la Cruz Copy Share Image
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. — William Congreve Copy Share Image
