He distrusted her affection; and what loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
Excerpt from Middlemarch, by George Elliot, 1871 &1872
He distrusted her affection; and what loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
Excerpt from Middlemarch, by George Elliot, 1871 &1872
Who could fail to embrace a season so beautiful and so fragile?
Excerpt from The Comfort of Crows A Backyard Year by Margaret Renkle and illustrated by Billy Renkle, 2023
The real adventure, he thought, is the flow of time; it’s as much adventure as anyone could wish.
Excerpt from The Accidental Tourist, by Anne Tyler, 1985
Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered, but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like orbiting twin stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what’s evident forever affected by the gravity of what’s concealed.
Excerpt from: “O” Is for Outlaw, by Sue Grafton, 1999