Quote by Horace Walpole

“People, her people at least, were always chasing shattered hopes. A father gazing down on dead soil, with a brood of hollow-cheeked children sitting…

— A Cruel Harvest

“When you are old, at evening candle-lit beside the fire bending to your wool, read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ this praise…

— Pierre de Ronsard

“And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is there all the time. Her very soul is in her…

— James Joyce

“Before the house-maid had lit the fire the next day, or the sun gained any power over the cold, gloomy morning in January, Marianne,…

— Jane Austen

“Some days he wishes that he could simply empty the chambers of the men, fill the halls instead with women: the short sharp shock…

— Colum McCann

“Jusging by the sour glance she threw on me as she said this, I concluded that I represented those 'late changes' to which all…

— Le Fanu Joseph Sheridan

“Heap heavier still the fetters; bar closer still the grate; Patient as sheep we yield us up unto your cruelhate. But by the shades…

— Thomas Babington Macauley

“It is incomprehensible that he should want to have these futile people here, and still more incomprehensible that he should be able to sit…

— Pär Lagerkvist

“Though the face before me was that of a young woman of certainly not more than thirty years, in perfect health and the first…

— H. Rider Haggard

“Despairing of human relationships (people were so difficult), she often went into her garden and got from her flowers a peace which men and…

— Virginia Woolf

“Shaking his head as he laid the invitation down on his desk, he leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head,…

— Jen Turano

“You picked the lock.” The king was staring at her again. “Yes, Your Majesty.” He suddenly burst out laughing, then nodded. He leaned forward,…

— Melanie Dickerson