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“You can’t say you’ve been thrown out like a dog when you’ve got your mama, two footmen, and a butler coming for you.”
“No one ever just wants to have tea,” said Anna. “Tea is always an excuse for a clandestine agenda.”
“I simply cannot see why one would wish to picnic in the nude,” Cordelia said. “There would be ants in dreadful places.”
Because you are a child—a silly and beautiful child, who touches the fire because it is lovely, and forgets that it will burn him.
You love, and tremble, and burn. Do not let those who cannot see the truth tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost.
“All these years she has lived on bitterness, and her bitterness will keep her alive now. It is stronger than death.”
“What we had was the dream of children,” she said. “It will fade like snow in summer. You will forget.”
I believed love was pain, and when I bled, I bled for her.”
“Dutch courage,” he said. “Are the Dutch particularly brave, or just particularly drunk?” she asked,
“The point of stories is not that they are objectively true, but that the soul of the story is truer than reality.
You brought light into my lightless world, and for that I am grateful.”
you may speak however badly of yourself as you like, but it does not make it true. You decide the truth about yourself. No one else. And the choice about what kind of person you will be is yours alone.”
“And you can have whatever you wish, Charles. You just cannot also have me. I wish to live my life, not to hide in the shadows
For a year she would share his life. They would walk together, read together, eat together, and live together. They would laugh together. For a year, she would stand close to the fire and know what it was like to burn.
