Quotes from Sherry Thomas

Love is by and large a perishable good and it is lamentable that young people are asked to make irrevocable, till-death-do-we-part decisions in the midst of a short-lived euphoria.

Oh, my." Charlotte was already huffing and puffing after a quarter of an hour. "I don't know that I can keep up for much longer." "Come, Miss Holmes. Think of it as staving off the arrival of Maximum Tolerable Chins. After you exercise, you can indulge your appetite more freely." Charlotte panted. "Well, in that case, I might find some additional willpower.

Some turn the soil and plant seedlings. We garden with words and nurture affinity.

How did one deal with such ingrained cowardice? Then I realized that there is no such thing as courage in the absence of cowardice. Courage is also a choice: It's what happens when one refuses to give in to fear.

Inside the house she took off both her hat and her wig—a woman's wig, this time—and sat down in front of the vanity table to massage her scalp. In the mirror she seemed thinner. Was she already down to only one point two chins? Another face appeared in the mirror. "Counting your chins?" "Me? How dare you accuse me of such rampant self-absorption!

She sighed—every sublime moment must come with a bereft hour.

I've never seen you take so little butter," he said. "I shouldn't have any butter at all. But it is high misery indeed, to be battling Maximum Tolerable Chins in France, of all places. A little butter eases the suffering.

It won't be disagreeable," he said. "It can be made quite enjoyable." "Oh, it had better be," she said tartly. "I've heard plenty over the years on your amatory prowess. If I'm not on the roof crowing, I will consider myself disappointed.

É aquele estupido marido que tenho. - disse para o velho cão. - Em vez de me dar uma trancada,bate no raio do piano. Vamos lá dizer-lhe para se calar.

Miss Charlotte was often and spectacularly silent. But her silence was that of the woods and hills, a natural absence of speech. The maharani's, on the other hand, made Mrs. Watson think of the walled forts of Jaipur, a silence that watched and hid.

As a youth, I listened to the rain from the bowers of pleasure houses, Red silk drapes translucent in the glow of candlelight. In my prime, I listened to the rain as a traveler, The sky low, the river broad, the calls of the wild geese harsh and cold. Now, grey at the temples, I listen to the rain beneath the eaves of an abandoned cloister. Has mine been a futile life? I have no answers, only the sound of raindrops upon worn stone steps, And long hours yet to pass before the light of dawn.

When she looked back at Charlotte, she said, "I think your austerity measures are working. You're visibly farther from Maximum Tolerable Chins than you were a few days ago." Charlotte patted herself under her jaw. "I will not bore you with tales of hardship, but it has been dreadful. The things I do in service to my vanity.

Such a lonely feeling, being hopelessly in love.

but 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.

May I remind you that you are speaking to someone capable of smiting you with a thunderbolt?" "Is there any point to flirting with a girl who is not capable of that?

What do you do when you despair, and there isn't an August Rain to drown your sorrow?

And then Sherlock Holmes had turned out to be a woman with loose morals and no remorse.

Here's to going into the fire." - Kashkari

He admired her surety. She knew her own worth and did not pretend otherwise for those who judged her on her parentage. But by refusing to tolerate fools and play nice, she'd condemned herself to a solitary path, both in defeat and in victory.

I'm glad you don't see it as romantic." "Good gracious, no. It's selfish, pure and simple.

She'd never thought of herself quite that way. She was more an idiosyncratic ignorer of established boundaries than a glutton for the new and the uncharted. But perhaps they were one and the same, each one implying the other.

Something that will make my kisses taste like chocolate.

He was summertime itself, young, luminous, lit from within by rekindled hopes and reawakened dreams. And every beggar along his path—herself included—could expect redoubled generosity and kindness.

Still scared witless?" Of course she was. He'd had to remind her there was a citron tart on the premises.