This thing with being lovers, it isn't like being married.
It is an odd mode of diminishing one's own weakness to ask a friend to lend us the equal force of his.
Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem: There's not a leaf that falls upon the ground But holds some joy of silence or of sound, Some spirits begotten of a summer dream.
The scarcity of truth is atoned for by the abundance of affidavits; if a rumor be impugned, its veracity is easily strengthened by additional emphasis of affirmation, until at last "everybody says so," and then it is undeniable.
When the error is universal, it is supposed to end. The adoption of the foundling establishes its consanguinity.
Of all the many and (thanks to a free press) the ever-multiplying blessings attendant upon the "glorious constitution" of literature, not the least precious and profitable to a modern cultivator of systems and syllables, in pamphlets, magazines, and folios, is the right of Quotation.
How often does it happen that an obscure line finds its way into a periodical. . . is requoted in every book that comes out during the next three months, and "sleeps again!
As a woman, you feel like you can change the person, but I don't think that's the way it works.
I went to Vortex and Vortex is a whole 'nother story.
Panic---a deep abiding, free-floating anxiety, often without any reason or logical basis.
To my abusers: I forgive you.