"How do you know what men would fall in love with? Girls never know."

— George Eliot, Middlemarch (via talesofpassingtime)

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"Why were they proud? Because their marble founts
Gushed with more pride than do a wretch’s tears?—
Why were they proud? Because fair orange-mounts
Were of more soft ascent than lazar stairs?—
Why were they proud? Because red-lin’d accounts
Were richer than the songs of Grecian years?—
Why were they proud? again we ask aloud,
Why in the name of Glory were they proud?"

— John Keats, Isabella, stanza XVI (via talesofpassingtime)

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"She liked the English and the Hebrew tongue,
And said there was analogy between ‘em;
She proved it somehow out of sacred song,
But I must leave the proofs to those who’ve seen ‘em;
But this I heard her say, and can’t be wrong,
And all may think which way their judgments lean ‘em,
“‘T is strange—the Hebrew noun which means ‘I am,’
The English always use to govern damn.”"

— Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto I, stanza XIV (via talesofpassingtime)

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"I don’t judge people by their bodies. Even when I was a young girl, I liked men for their minds. Now that I’m middle-aged I see how right I was."

— Jane Bowles, Two Serious Ladies (via talesofpassingtime)

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"A star! You are not a star. Garbo was a star, Bogart was a star, Hedy Lamarr was a star, Gable was a star, and Bacall and Elizabeth Taylor are the only stars left. You are not a star."

— John Rechy, The Coming of the Night (via talesofpassingtime)

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"But how fine joy and happiness makes any one! How brimming over with love the heart is! One seems longing to pour out one’s whole heart; one wants everything to be gay, everything to be laughing. And how infectious that joy is!"

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights (via talesofpassingtime)

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"Having threaded his needle he deliberately got up from his seat, deliberately moved back his chair, deliberately took off his spectacles, deliberately counted the money, and finally asking me over his shoulder: “Shall I get a whole portion?” deliberately walked out of the room."

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground (via talesofpassingtime)

"My dear Clive, I don’t mind telling you that if I had my time over again I should be unfaithful to you, but I should not leave you."

— W. Somerset Maugham, The Circle (via talesofpassingtime)

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"She lived at his Castle several months as his avowed Concubine: All Bavaria was scandalized by her impudent and abandoned conduct. Her feasts vied in luxury with Cleopatra’s, and Lindenberg became the Theatre of the most unbridled debauchery. Not satisfied with displaying the incontinence of a Prostitute, She professed herself an Atheist: She took every opportunity to scoff at her monastic vows, and loaded with ridicule the most sacred ceremonies of Religion."

— Matthew Lewis, The Monk (via talesofpassingtime)

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"In that first hour of passion and hope, Claude, usually so harassed by doubts, believed in his genius. He no longer experienced any of those crises, the anguish of which had driven him for days into the streets in quest of his vanished courage. A fever stiffened him, he worked on with the blind obstinacy of an artist who dives into his entrails, to drag therefrom the fruit that tortures him."

— Emile Zola, The Masterpiece (via talesofpassingtime)

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"To-day was a gloomy, rainy day without a glimmer of sunlight, like the old age before me. I am oppressed by such strange thoughts, such gloomy sensations; questions still so obscure to me are crowding into my brain—and I seem to have neither power nor will to settle them. It’s not for me to settle all this!"

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights (via talesofpassingtime)

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"Irony? It’s a rhetorical form not much favoured in this blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England."

— W. Somerset Maugham, The Circle (via talesofpassingtime)

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"‘Bah! what does it matter? Well, there’s nothing hereafter. We are even madder than the fools who kill themselves for a woman. When the earth splits to pieces in space like a dry walnut, our works won’t add one atom to its dust.’"

— Emile Zola, The Masterpiece (via talesofpassingtime)

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"He was a stoic who minded his own business and had seen enough of the world to know that children were not absolutely necessary to the happiness of a couple."

— Oscar Hijuelos, Our House in the Last World (via talesofpassingtime)

"Studio 54 was for dancing, doing drugs, arranging late-night liaisons, with several, or making out briefly, there, among glamorous bodies in decorated nudity."

— John Rechy, The Coming of the Night (via talesofpassingtime)

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