She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire. — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands. — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
The value of secrets is ever fluctuating although ladies who have been in society for a long time learn that a secret kept can… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
It is a fact of big cities that one girl's darkest how is always another's moment of shining triumph, and New York is the… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
“What a privilege it is to live now, at just this moment, and to be able to go anywhere…” — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
“It was like the color of his eyes, she supposed - not quite one shade or another, and utterly unlike anyone else's.” — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Good night.' Diana summoned all the dignity that she could manage in her bedraggled state and began to move back up the beach. Her… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples... — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
“It is often advantageous to forget. Forget your wincing humiliations, forget life's blows, and get on. For blocks in every direction, down every street… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
They were a society whose chief vocations were to entertain and be entertained ... — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
But in that moment she realized how false most smiles were and what a tremendous waste of time. — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
