Quotes from Sherry Thomas

Did you ever find yourself considering matters from the Chinese point of view?' 'It would be strange if I never did, wouldn't it? Everyone should be able to consider matters form someone else's perspective.

He looked at her as if he hadn't seen her in a very long time. Or perhaps, as if he might never see her again, and must memorize her features one by one.

Adversity didn't improve everyone—or the world would be filled with men and women of flawless character and sublime insight.

There was an intimate connection between them, as if they'd known each other always. They were not strangers; they'd merely never met before.

The man should be dead. He had been beheaded years ago, hadn't he? She wiped the rain from her eyes. But he was still there, the murderer of her child. He was still there.

Because I've never been wanted so much by a woman who dislikes me so. And I would like to experience that fully.

P.S. I fear that in person I shall prove to be a sore disappointment. With pen and paper I am at ease; in the solitude of my own company my thoughts and ideas flow without obstruction. But before others it takes me the greatest effort to string two words together, and more often than not my words emerge awkward and off-putting.

every woman has a great deal of experience presenting herself as someone other than who she is, since no girl is ever everything the world wants her to be. But

Don't worry, darling. I'll look out for myself. And I've reached an age when I have no problem telling someone to fuck off.

I wonder now how we got by when you weren't here." "I have no doubt the devastation was widespread, the suffering universal." "Indeed, it was the Dark Ages in the annals of Mrs. Dawlish's house. Ignorance was thick on the ground, and unenlkghtenment befogged all the windows.

I fear we will be out of our depth in this matter. I fear that everything we learn about the maharani's problem will make it worse. And I fear that hers will, in the end, turn out to be the sort of problem that swallows anyone who dares to approach it." Mrs. Watson shivered, forgetting what she meant to say. "Ah, your tea has grown cold," said Miss Charlotte, as if she hadn't just warned Mrs. Watson of possibly mortal danger.

Some men's deaths left little besides unfulfilled obligations and the inconvenience of a corpse.

As long as I live and breathe, I will be with you. And I will shield you." Her fingers flexed, then tightened around the teacup. "I never thought I'd say this, but I want you to live forever.

I wonder now how we got by when you weren't here." "I have no doubt the devastation was widespread, the suffering universal." "Indeed, it was the Dark Ages in the annals of Mrs. Dawlish's house. Ignorance was thick on the ground, and unenlightenment befogged all the windows.

Could she live with herself, cowering, while the world burned.

Lexington, met the man who would inspire four long years of unrequited love on her part, she was thinking about fossils. She didn't have any

I didn't do this for payment," insisted Mrs. Watson, now looking insulted. The maharani leaned toward her. "I know that. And I am grateful. But remember what you told me all those years ago? That women should be valued for their work and that women, especially, should not devalue the work of other women.

The accompanying note from her younger sister, on the other hand, said next to nothing. Lord Ingram stared at it. How should he interpret this apparent coolness on Holmes's part? She'd long been open in her desire to take him as her lover.Now that it had happened, were two forays to his bed enough? Were his days of being propositioned by Holmes over? And what would he do if that was the case?

She too possessed a fierce pride, alongside a bottomless need for affection and a desire to give that warred constantly with the fear of rejection.

Perhaps she had always been a monster, but even the lady monsters of the world couldn't escape the expectations that came of being women.

She sometimes thought of her mind as bearing a certain resemblance to the post office, a complex system that sorted and conveyed packets of information with speed and efficiency. But at the moment her most prized asset was more comparable to an automobile, a machine liable to break down every few miles and strand the hapless motorist by the side of the road.

And suddenly she resembled not so much a bland dish of pudding as the surface of a well-known, yet never explored lake, and he, standing on the banks, had just seen a movement underwater, an enigmatic shadow that disappeared so quickly he wasn't sure he hadn't imagined the whole thing.

Usually one feels aimless because one isn't sure yet what one wants -- until one does, a proper strategy can't be formulated. But in your case, it's possible you know exactly what you want, but you're afraid to want it, let alone pursue it.

Somehow he couldn't believe that this was it, that their story would end with such wretchedness, as if Hansel and Gretel had become the witch's dinner after all, or Sleeping Beauty's prince a pile of gnawed bones in the Enchanted Forest.