I'm riding you with a slack rein, my pet, but don't forget that I'm riding with curb and spurs just the same.
I'm riding you with a slack rein, my pet, but don't forget that I'm riding with curb and spurs just the same.
Oh, why was he so handsomely blond, so courteously aloof, so maddeningly boring with his talk about Europe and books and music and poetry and things that interested her not at all - and yet so desirable?
These three ladies disliked and distrusted one another as heartily as the First Triumvirate of Rome, and their close alliance was probably for the same reason.
He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.
I'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.
Once, when she was six years old, she had fallen from a tree, flat on her stomach. She could still recall that sickening interval before breath came back into her body. Now, as she looked at him, she felt the same way she had felt then, breathless, stunned, nauseated.
They are kind of queer about music and books and scenery. Mother says it's because their grandfather came from Virginia. She says Virginians set quite a store by such things.
Her burdens were her own and burdens were for shoulders strong enough to bear them.
In the end what will happen will be what has happened whenever a civilization breaks up. The people who have brains and courage come through and the ones who haven't are winnowed out.
Out of the welter of rapture and anger and heartbreak and hurt pride that he had left, depression emerged to sit upon her shoulder like a carrion crow.
They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.
How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!
It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.
Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.
They were always like two people talking to each other in different languages. But she loved him so much, when he withdrew as he had now done, it was like the warm sun going down and leaving her in chilly twilight dews.
How wonderful to know someone who was bad and dishonorable and a cheat and a liar, when all the world was filled with people who would not lie to save their souls and who would rather starve than do a dishonorable deed!
It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.
Scarlett, always save something to fear-even as you save something to love.
Tuijottaessaan Williin hämärässä hallissa Ashley mietti, ettei hän kenessäkään ollut kohdannut sen veroista sankaruutta kuin Scarlett O'Harassa, joka läksi valloittamaan maailmaa äitinsä samettisissa ikkunaverhoissa ja kukon pyrstösulka hatussaan.
A pain slashed through her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.
I Can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.
It's a curse - this not wanting to look on naked realities. Until the war, life was never more real to me than a shadow show on a curtain. And I preferred it so. I do not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy.
She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to try to gloss over its harshness with a smile
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
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