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  • #2
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. ‘all right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #3
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #4
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #5
    Zora Neale Hurston
    “There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
    Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

  • #6
    Diana Gabaldon
    “But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple.
    "And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart.”
    Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

  • #7
    Diana Gabaldon
    “He splayed a hand out over the photographs, trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surface, and then he turned and leaned toward me, slowly, with the improbable grace of a tall tree falling. He buried his face in my shoulder and went very quietly and thoroughly to pieces.”
    Diana Gabaldon

  • #8
    Diana Gabaldon
    “When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'—ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.”
    Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross

  • #9
    C.S. Lewis
    “But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, "Courage, dear heart," and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader



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