Spring is always cruel, with its false promise of resurrection.
BARBARA MERTZ..he continues to cling to the forlorn hope that I will turn into one of those swooning females…and fling myself squeeling at him whenever anything happens. Like all men, he clings to his illusions.
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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Is is difficult to be angry with a gentleman who pays you compliments, even impertinent compliments. Especially impertinent compliments.
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People who relate what they believe to be new and startling information like to have such information received with exclamations of astonishment and admiration.
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Getting an idea for a book is not the problem, but you need 300 ideas – an idea a page.
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I’ve been reading ghost stories ever since I could read. I’m immensely curious about ghosts and UFOs and all that stuff, but I’m a very hard-headed person.
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Many persons lead lives of crushing boredom.
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Since I am not as stupid as my children believe I am, I had immediately realized this might be a ruse, but I was not at all averse to a confrontation. In fact, I had been hoping for some such thing.
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A man asking for help ought to at least give directions.
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I don’t think she realized how much she cared for him, or he for her, until the end. Hasn’t someone said a woman may be known by the men who love her enough to die for her? (If they haven’t, I claim the credit myself.)
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kissing someone out of pity is always a mistake.
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Giving other people advice is one of the most irritating and useless activities known to man.
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I never meant to marry. In my opinion, a woman born in the last half of the nineteenth century of the Christian era suffered from enough disadvantages without willfully embracing another.
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A fondness for martyrdom, especially of the verbal variety, is common to the young.
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Superstition has its practical uses.
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There was no warning, not even a knock. The door flew open, and he forgot his present aches and pains in anticipation of what lay in store. The figure that stood in the door was not that of an enemy. It was worse. It was his mother.
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Writing is like a bird-watcher watching for birds: the stories are there: you just have to train yourself to look for them.
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