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Someday I will teach you the language of flowers,
i wish someone taught my husband the language of flowers
remaining frozen in time and place really only suited hunted creatures.
there was surely no creature more hunted than a young, pretty heiress.
She wanted a gallop, not a trot. She wanted the sun burning her face, the wind ripping at her hair, rather than the soft, safe comfort of salons and tea parties and early evening soirées. And yet.
i’m liking her
Hade Galinski liked this
You see, little Jakey, there’s equal—in the sense of human potential and dreams and the rule of law—and then there’s equal. As in, who are your people, my dear?
“If you won’t believe in your own worth, Madeleine, at least have the sense to allow other people to believe in it.”
“It can be difficult sometimes for our families to accept us as people separate from who they are. As separate souls. When we’re young, we’re taught to behave as our parents do—to cherish what they cherish and believe what they believe. And for a while, that’s as it should be. But as adults, sometimes we have our own desires, our own hopes, that are at odds with how our parents view the world.”
There are certain people in this world who have the ability to make you feel as if you’re the only person in the universe who matters to them.
where’s mine
The quality of happiness. The shape and texture of it. The endurance of it.
“Because love is a tremendous gift, Maddy. A gift and a burden. Marriage especially is more than just hope and luck and a handshake. Marriage is work, enormous work, because it’s a living entity that needs everlasting attention. It will push you and bend you and test you, and if you’re not prepared for any of that, it will shatter you.
“Being in love makes all that work easier, but it does not make it go away. There will be necessary sacrifices. There will be pain.
like she’d only been waiting to be discovered until he had discovered her.
Womanhood means you must not ever laugh or burp or break wind again. This is how you will marry well.
I was feeling, I guess, sunken. A sunken version of myself. A heavier version, one that wanted, very much, just to sit and eat and admire the moon forging pewter shadows along the dunes.
“Mrs. Astor. How beautiful you are when provoked.”
“You are the sole object of true beauty in all the world,” said her husband, “no matter your mood. And that is the honest truth.”
Telling my husband this is what he should be saying to me
You owe them nothing. You don’t have to speak.
Whoever wants to know how it’s all going to end before it actually does? Only poets and madmen, I would think.
love and common sense don’t always go hand in hand.”
Titanic was a ship full of sheep, ready to be herded. You hardly had to think about anything at all. All you had to do was enjoy your captivity, and have faith that everything would be well.
The finest honor I’ve been given in this world—that I will ever be given—is the task of safeguarding you and our child.
Jack, still leaning out the window, stripped off his gloves. “Madeleine, catch!”
I hope he was actually thissweet irl
The nature of hope is curious to me. It can sustain us through the darkest of times. It can buoy us above every reasonable expectation of despair. Yet hope can shatter us just as readily as the darkness can.
How could a life so giant, so strong and bold, just . . . end?
