It’s not that you’re wrong. But when you say stuff like this, it makes life a lot less enjoyable.
Such compliments – they were thrilling but almost impossible to absorb in this quantity, at this pace. It was like she was being pelted with magnificent hail, and she wished she could save the individual stones to examine later, but they’d exist with such potency only now, in this moment.
Liz felt the loneliness of confiding something true in a person who didn’t care.
As they sat, Kathy de Bourgh smiled and said, “Now that we’ve both apologized within the first thirty seconds of our conversation about women and power, shall we begin?
When the end of the world comes, I want to be in Cincinnati because it’s always twenty years behind the times. – Mark Twain.
I take it you don’t believe in love at first sight.” “Does anyone over the age of thirteen? Do you?” “I don’t, no,” Darcy said. “But I don’t rule out for others what I haven’t experienced firsthand.
In general, I have no desire to ever have another conversation about Hillary Clinton, to debate the role her gender played. I’m not sure I want to have any conversation about sexism. If someone doesn’t see that gender played a huge role, why would I waste my time trying to convince them?
Sometimes it amazes me how much these defining parts of our lives hinge on chance.
When I think of Henry and Oliver and Mike, I feel as if they are three different models – templates, almost – and I wonder if they are the only three in the world: the man who is with you completely, the man who is with you but not with you, the man who will get as close to you as he can without ever becoming yours. It would be arrogant to claim no other dynamics exist just because I haven’t experienced them, but I have to say that I can’t imagine what they are. I hope that I am wrong.
I’d think, One of the times she leaves will be the last time I see her. It destroyed me. I didn’t want us to have a last time, and that was how I realized I’d fallen in love with you.
Part of getting what you want is asking for it.
A reality show isn’t unlike the Nobel Peace Prize, then,” Mr. Bennet said. “In that they both require nominations.
I bet things would be easier for you if you either realized you’re not that weird or decided that being weird isn’t bad.
Plus, it made me nervous, because was this the time in my own life before I found someone to love and had a family and looked back longingly on my youthful freedom? Or was it the beginning of what my life would be like forever?
But I was living my life sideway. I did not act on what I wanted, I did not say the things I thought, and being so stifled and clamped all the time left me exhausted; no matter what I was doing, I was always imagining something else.
He seemed simultaneously like a stranger and someone she knew extremely well; there was either an enormous amount to say or nothing at all.
Liz and Willie were passing a miniature chateau – even in its modified version, it was seven or eight thousand square feet – and Liz said, “I guess I’m a Cincinnati opportunist. In New York, I play the wholesome-midwesterner card, but when I’m back here, I consider myself to be a chic outsider.” Even before Willie replied, Liz felt the loneliness of having confided something true in a person who didn’t care.
I am filled with gratitude at the astonishing fact of being married to someone I enjoy talking to, someone with whom I can’t imagine running out of things to say.
There’s no better investment than your cleavage.” Charlotte smirked. “I believe they teach that in business school.
Here’s what I’ve learned about the people in this city,” Darcy was saying. “They grade their women on a curve. If someone is described as sophisticated, it means once during college she visited Paris, and if someone is described as beautiful, it means she’s fifteen pounds overweight instead of forty. And.