I’m going to explode,” she muttered. “Into a cloud of dust and despair.
Then I’ll have to succeed three times as hard as they want me to fail. You, of all people, should understand that.
Miss Fairfield had a gift for taking a beautiful concept and then marring it beyond all recognition.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that we know next to nothing. Disease is a mystery. Health is inscrutable. The body itself is scarcely understood; we can only examine the secrets of the dead. And in all that dark ignorance, we’re sometimes granted a rare moment of illumination. The truth is a gift.
You’re annoying. You always act as if everything is so easy. ‘Well, Oliver, it seems to me that your choice is either to quit or continue,’” he mimicked, remembering his father’s advice when he’d been on the verge of leaving school. The other man only smiled. “I’m your father. It’s my job to annoy you.
It turns out, Newton is correct: Objects at rest tend to remain at rest, and twelve-year-old-boys are even more resistant to motion than regular matter.
What would one do if one were forced to choose between saving an innocent child’s life or engaging in unchaste behavior? This is, after all, the choice that some unfortunate women are put to – sell their bodies, or see their children starve.
We’re all self-serving.′ Camilla shrugged. ‘It’s just a matter of what we do to others in service of ourselves.
He could have been married last year, but for his fascination with Lydia Charingford. The mornings when he tipped his hat to her on the street were always the brightest. He smiled when he saw her. He saw so little hope in the world, and she saw far too much. There were days he wanted to sit and watch her, to figure out where all that good cheer came from.
I am constantly amazed by you,” he said. “To say that you view the world through rose-colored glasses would be the greatest of understatements. You don’t just see things tinted in pink; you see a world that is pink all the way through.
Her kiss didn’t sweep away the dark anguish he felt in his heart. Instead, it embraced it. It acknowledged it.
I’m not stubborn,” Ash said. “I’m right. There’s a difference.
I’m Edward Clark. Born Edward Delacey. Now, apparently, Viscount Claridge.” He shut his eyes. “You can address me by my preferred title: you idiot.
No woman has ever needed a man to be enough.
I’m feeling generous. I shall answer one question for every month you spent in my company as a child.” He looked over at her. Her lips thinned. Her fingers tapped an angry rhythm against her saucer. Robert stood up. “As you are no doubt aware,” he said, “that leaves you with no questions at all. This interview is done.
Robert was good at many things. Communicating with women was not one of them. “That’s not what I meant,” he muttered.
Jonas had never been able to manage that sort of small conversation. The labyrinthine rules attached to kind words usually left him bemused. And Miss Charingford was so good at it. He could have watched her make people smile for hours.
Best not to dream, dear. If you don’t, there’s nothing that can be taken from you.
I’ve escaped from the dreadful clutches of a nap,” she announced to the road.
I think that’s when I understood that you only ruined my life because my life needed ruining. Because the life you rejected demanded that I spend all my time telling my daughter to be less and my son to be more.