She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy Odd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy Money and titles may be hereditary,” she would say, “but brains are not,”.
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy music is the most absorbing of all the arts. It absorbs the mind of the artist, whether creator or executant, to the exclusion of every other consideration outside his own immediate necessities or desires.
Baroness OrczyBaroness Orczy Find someone who can hear you even when you’re silent.
Brad NeatonBrad Neaton Shadows follow me the way a vulture stalks death. One small step ahead.
Danielle MontgomeryDanielle Montgomery Hidden in the ashes, of a fallen building lays a child’s family photo, with whom he could never unite in life.
Heba NazarHeba Nazar To love something, someone. You don’t need to own them.
Sonika MSonika M When you miss someone, you realize their worth and your faith.
Aradhna S BirenAradhna S Biren The bed was the canvas, we were the art.
Jonny OxJonny Ox
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