Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.
KATHLEEN WINSORThere’s an old press-agents’ slogan that’s good advice: Don’t read your publicity – weigh it.
More Kathleen Winsor Quotes
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I think Americans love success – but hate the people who have it.
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There’s one thing I’ve always known: You can let people suspect anything else about you, but you must never let them suspect you of knowing what you’re doing.
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There’s an old press-agents’ slogan that’s good advice: Don’t read your publicity – weigh it.
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Now he was going–out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement–and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger.
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The only genius that’s worth anything is the genius for hard work.
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Half the joys and half the sorrows of this world are discovered in bed.
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Adultery is not a crime, it’s an amusement.
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Charm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful.
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She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride.
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Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should, they never get around to do what they want to do.
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War makes strangers bedfellows.
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the end of anything is a relief. In every relationship, even the most valuable, there are certain unpleasant tensions – and the ending of it snaps those taut inner wires.
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If you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness
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Marygreen did not change in sixteen years. It had changed little enough in the past two years.
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Nothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended.
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