Quotes from Sherry Thomas

She had grown so accustomed to this exterior that she didn't always remember what truly lay underneath. Nor did she particularly want to. Why fester in disillusion, bewilderment, and anger when she could float above and pretend to be this sunny, charming girl instead?

She wanted to run her hands over him as he whispered the impassioned corollaries of non-Euclidean geometry.

Do you believe in reincarnation?" "I . . . I don't know." "I do. Next lifetime, let's not waste years upon years. Let's be friends from the very beginning.

That women should be valued for their work and that women, especially, should not devalue the work of other women.

He stopped and looked at her. "Your laughter is the same," he said. "I used to think you all sophisticated and worldly, until you laughed. You still laugh like a little girl getting tickled, all hiccupy and breathless.

Some people never meet the right person in life. They, on the other hand, met when they were too young to realize what they had found in each other. And when they did at last see the light, it was too late.

Despite all her strengths, there was a certain brittleness to her. Sometimes she retreated into her keep. Sometimes she ran away. But she did not forgive and she did not forget.

The silence that followed was lovely, the silence of flowers blooming.

Are elderly women easier to fool than seven-year-olds? Which one wants more desperately to believe that a loved one will return against all odds?

Then let me tell you this: I live for you, and you alone.

Did the two of you marry again? Please tell me yes. If he is my brother-in-law again, he is less likely to kill me for what I did." Bryony looked at her a moment, then leaned in and whispered in her ear. "He won't kill you. He just wants you committed to an asylum.

That's the trouble with putting women on a pedestal. You do that, and they always fall off - knocking you over on the way down.

When I was small, it was difficult for me to be around you," Callista continued. "All your emotions were so intense—your anger like daggers, your unhappiness a poisoned well. Even your love had such sharp corners and dark alleys.

I like money very well. It is the means to independence and authority.

Mum—my real mum, not Mrs. Cornish—always told me that men hate it when women bring up their menses. I thought it was ridiculous. They love to moan about their own aches and pains, why should they begrudge us a little complaining about ours?

I always think I cannot love you more if I tried, but I always do.

Women who appear perfectly happy sometimes live in fear of their lives. And men who give every impression in public of kindness and amiability can be monsters in private.

Everyone changed. But it was rare to meet anyone who could be relied upon to change for the better.

There was so much that he didn't know, so much that she didn't feel that she could tell him. So much she'd never told him because she understood him better than he'd understood himself. He had always wanted to give her everything. But it had been an everything that revolved around him.

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

Mrs. Watson feeds me 'round the clock and I haven't turned anything down. But at the rate I'm going, within the week I'll reach Maximum Tolerable Chins. Then I'll be obliged to give up this reckless dining.

The air had that pellucid mountain clarity that made shapes sharper and colors truer. The green of the paddy fields wasn't just green, but a lusty green, full of hunger for sunlight and moisture. And the slopes weren't mere hulks of rock, but the ribs of the valley, protecting the delicate strip of fertile soil from the worst of the harsh elements.

I see you are well," she said. "No lingering ill effects from your prolonged soaking at Château Vaudrieu." "I'm a little groggy but otherwise fine." She nodded, seeming not at all worried. But that she was here, waiting for him to wake up, was evidence enough of her concern.

Certainly it's admirable for any given woman to learn to appreciate her own worth, despite all the countervailing forces. But it cannot be enough for those who are treated as lesser to feel better about themselves. That they are treated as lesser is an injustice. And that injustice itself must be rooted out and eradicated.