Hawthorne Love Quotes

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Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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Falling in love should be the easiest thing in the world, but it's not.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Full Moon (Dark Guardian, #2))
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It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.
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Vincent van Gogh (The Letters of Vincent van Gogh)
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It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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Maybe I'll be like that man in "The Hanging Tree'. Still waiting for an answer.
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Suzanne Collins (Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3))
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We were each other's rock. But did it make us each other's destiny?
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Rachel Hawthorne (Full Moon (Dark Guardian, #2))
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you mourn, you hurt and you start to heal.
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Rachel Hawthorne (A Year In Europe (Love Stories: Year Abroad Trilogy, #1-3))
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Tap Life on the shoulders and fall a little more in love.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Sometimes you have an idea of a person β€” about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all that it is: an idea. And for so long, I have been afraid that I loved the idea of Emily more than I will ever be capable of loving anyone real.” He looked at me like the act of doing so was painful and sweet. β€œIt was never just the idea of you, Avery.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3))
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it is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.
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Suzanne Collins (Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3))
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You seem to think you’re insignificant, but the truth is you’re so intelligent, beautiful, kind and decent, adorable. I can’t be the first person to have fallen in love with you, and I won’t be the last. But I do believe I will love you the most.
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Ai Mi (Under the Hawthorn Tree)
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I've loved him forever, but he can never be mine.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Dark of the Moon (Dark Guardian, #3))
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Lindsey: Why would you choose me? Rafe: Because you're the one I want.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Full Moon (Dark Guardian, #2))
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You’re a lot of things, Nell Hawthorne. You’re complex. You’re cute. You’re lovely. You’re funny. You’re strong. You’re beautiful.” She seems to be struggling with words and emotions. I keep going. β€œYou’re tortured. You’re hurting. You’re amazing. You’re talented. You’re sexy as fuck.
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Jasinda Wilder (Falling into You (Falling, #1))
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You don't have to kiss me now. You don't have to love me now, Heiress. But when you're ready...When you're ready, if you're ever ready, if it's going to be me - just flip that disk. Heads, I kiss you. Tails, you kiss me. And either way, it means something.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Hawthorne Legacy (The Inheritance Games, #2))
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Was it possible to measure what the heart felt?
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Rachel Hawthorne (Full Moon (Dark Guardian, #2))
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Sometimes love isn’t forever. Sometimes it’s just moments in your life that teach you. If it’s the forever after kind of love, it’ll find you again. If it isn’t, don’t let a broken heart break you. Let it make you love harder. Love is a mistake worth making.
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R.K. Ryals (Hawthorne & Heathcliff)
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But it is a strange experience, to a man of pride and sensibility, to know that his interests are within the control of individuals who neither love nor understand him
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love. β€”NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
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Robert Greene (The Art of Seduction)
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What if he hates me?" "No one could possibly hate you, Xander," I told him, my heart twisting. "Avery, people have hated me my whole life." There was something in his tone that made me think that very few people understood what it was like to be Xander Hawthorne. "Not anyone who knows you," I said fiercely. Xander smiled, and something about it made me want to cry. "Do you think it's okay," he said, sounding younger than I'd ever heard him, "that I loved playing those Saturday morning games? Loved growing up here? Loved the great and terrible Tobias Hawthorne?
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3))
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Aching for them, I wondered who had made Skye so desperate to be the center of someone's world that she couldn't even love her own children, for fear they wouldn't love her back enough.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3))
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Xander smiled, and something about it made me want to cry. β€œDo you think it’s okay,” he said, sounding younger than I’d ever heard him, β€œthat I loved playing those Saturday morning games? Loved growing up here? Loved the great and terrible Tobias Hawthorne?
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3))
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Orβ€”but this more rarely happenedβ€”she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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I never understood how much responsability came with love.
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Rachel Hawthorne
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Hot chocolate should be sinful, and I don't believe in sinning in half measures.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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But this... us..." He swallowed. "It can't happen, Avery. I've seen the way Jameson looks at you.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Inheritance Games (The Inheritance Games, #1))
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If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or--and the outward semblance is the same--crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more. The latter is perhaps the truest theory.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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there was one thing I’d learned about deceased billionaire Tobias Hawthorne, it was that he was capable of orchestrating nearly anything, manipulating nearly anyone. He’d loved puzzles and riddles and games.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Hawthorne Legacy (The Inheritance Games, #2))
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All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Do I have clueless tattooed across my forehead?" Narrowing my eyes,I leaned toward him. "Yeah,I think maybe you do.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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It is to the credit of human nature that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,” cried the Nightingale, β€œand Life is very dear to all.Β  It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl.Β  Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill.Β  Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?
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Oscar Wilde (The Happy Prince and Other Tales)
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Hey, ya'll,can we go?" Leah asked. "The cute guys are gonna be taken by the time we get there." "No,they won't be," Sam said,"Because you'll be ariving with them.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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Do you need anything?" "I would say just you but that sounds way too corny.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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There’s this thing love stories always forget to mention. That love isn’t a constant thing. Sometimes it changes, other times it fades completely. Sometimes you have to fall in love twice to truly understand it.
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R.K. Ryals (Hawthorne & Heathcliff)
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Sometimes you have an idea of a person β€” about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all that it is: an idea. And for so long, I have been afraid that I loved the idea of Emily more than I will ever be capable of loving anyone real.” He looked at me like the act of soing so was painful and sweet. β€œIt was never just the idea of you, Avery.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3))
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Death is a great price to pay for a red roseβ€œ, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. β€œ It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent oft he hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?
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Oscar Wilde
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People don’t die, we pass into memory. I’ll live through you, through your heart and your mind. That’s the wonderful thing about life. Our bodies die, but memory allows us to live in those we love.
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R.K. Ryals (Hawthorne & Heathcliff)
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What can I get you guys?" Another lie, maybe?
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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It's just that,well,I'm gonna pull a Brad on you." "You're going to start totally ignoring me?
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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Don't wait for life to tap you on the shoulder.Go out and tap it.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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I told you that I was considering a mission trip. I am here to bring the love of God to these poor, backward billionaires. It’s an ugly job, but someone’s got to do it.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Hawthorne Legacy (The Inheritance Games, #2))
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She loved him. It hurt to love him, and she loved him anyway.He left her, and she loved him anyway.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Hawthorne Legacy (The Inheritance Games, #2))
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I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.
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Suzanne Collins (Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2))
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You're my favorite sister." I snorted. "Gosh,I'd hate to be your unfavorite sister. I might not survive." "Hey,Kate,you know I'm just teasing when I give you a hard time." "Yeah,right,and the teasing just keeps me laughing.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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That was the first time I’d said that last bit out loud. Toby Hawthorne loved my mother. She loved him. It had been an epic, seaside kind of love. Literally. Just knowing that made me feel like I’d been lying to myself every time I’d pretended that I didn’t have feelings, that things didn’t have to be messy.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Hawthorne Legacy (The Inheritance Games, #2))
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Love could just be a moment, an amazing moment that could teach a person to breathe. It didn’t have to hold a person back.
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R.K. Ryals (Hawthorne & Heathcliff)
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Destroy! destroy! destroy! hums the under-consciousness. Love and produce! Love and produce! cackles the upper consciousness. And the world hears only the Love-and- produce cackle. Refuses to hear the hum of destruction under- neath. Until such time as it will have to hear.
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D.H. Lawrence
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I'm not confused anymore.I know what I want." "Me,too.What I've always wanted since I first saw you." "Why didn't you kiss me again after that first time,that night on the deck?" "You didn't give me any hints that you wanted another one." i wiggled up a little closer to him and looped my fingers behind his neck. "What would a hint entail?" He held my gaze."Exactly what you're doing." "Then why aren't you kissing me?" He touched his nose to mine."It's cold out here.What if our lips freeze together?" "I'll chance it.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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all brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Love is strange. It has no rhyme or reason. It simply is.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Island Girls (and Boys))
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She has lived and loved! There is no folded petal, no latent dewdrop, in this perfectly developed rose!
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Nathaniel Hawthorne
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By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love, with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love, in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath, like tongues of long-hidden flame; and yet there had been no seal of lips, no clasp of hands, nor any slightest caress, such as love claims and hallows.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (Rappaccini's Daughter)
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It is the surest test of genuine love, that it brings back our early simplicity to the worldliest of us.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Marble Faun)
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Human beings owe a debt of love to one another because there is no other method of paying the debt of love and care which all of us owe to providence.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (A Wonder Book: Heroes and Monsters of Greek Mythology (Dover Children's Evergreen Classics))
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Caught in a lip-lock that I thought might require the expertise of the mountain rescue team to break apart'.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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Great.My brother was an entertainer and I was a sleeping pill.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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I moved on from Emily,” he said. β€œGray didn’t. And I know in my soul that if he had, he could have loved you. He would have.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3))
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When you're old enough, when you're ready, be warned: There is nothing frivolous about the way a Hawthrone man loves.
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Brothers Hawthorne (The Inheritance Games, #4))
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What about what other people deserve?” I asked vehemently. β€œDid my mother deserve to die without you there? Did she deserve to spend my entire life in love with a ghost?” β€œHannah deserved the world.” β€œSo why didn’t you give it to her?” I asked. β€œWhy was punishing yourself more important than what she wanted?
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Jennifer Lynn Barnes (The Hawthorne Legacy (The Inheritance Games, #2))
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In all cases love was a strong emotion, not easily contained once it was unleashed. I realized now that love was like a blossoming flower that continually added more and more petals. But there was no end point. There was no full bloom. It went on forever. Growing, strengthening.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Shadow of the Moon (Dark Guardian, #4))
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I'd made myself some hot chocolate, located a book with a lot of murder and mayhem,curled up on a loveseat near the fireplace, and was happily envisioning Joe as the corpse of this tale.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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I can't believe you'd rather hold handle bars than a girl." He angled his head thoughtfully."I hadn't considered that." "Maybe you should." He hopped over,gingerly swinging his bad leg over to the other side and settled down behind me on the seat. "You got rules on how I can hold you?" "Nothing distracting while I'm driving," I tossed over my shoulder, meeting his gaze."We don't need another accident." "And when you're not driving?" "The Kate-have-a-good-time fund is getting low.Maybe you should think about making a deposit.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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Have you ever wanted something so badly, thought you’d die if you didn’t get it, then when you finally did get it, you wondered what all the fuss was about?
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Rachel Hawthorne
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Even if the cables hold,your heart might not.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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Dolly Parton to my..well, ;et's just say that the greatly endowed wagon had passed me by.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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After all,how long could it take to fix a garbage disposal? He could have built her a freaking new one by now. With his teeth.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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My brother," I said with emphasis, in case the snow had blinded her and she hadn't realized exactly who she'd been standing there with.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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he seemed to be in quest for mental food, not heart sustenance.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The House of the Seven Gables)
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76. David Hume – Treatise on Human Nature; Essays Moral and Political; An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding 77. Jean-Jacques Rousseau – On the Origin of Inequality; On the Political Economy; Emile – or, On Education, The Social Contract 78. Laurence Sterne – Tristram Shandy; A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy 79. Adam Smith – The Theory of Moral Sentiments; The Wealth of Nations 80. Immanuel Kant – Critique of Pure Reason; Fundamental Principles of the Metaphysics of Morals; Critique of Practical Reason; The Science of Right; Critique of Judgment; Perpetual Peace 81. Edward Gibbon – The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire; Autobiography 82. James Boswell – Journal; Life of Samuel Johnson, Ll.D. 83. Antoine Laurent Lavoisier – TraitΓ© Γ‰lΓ©mentaire de Chimie (Elements of Chemistry) 84. Alexander Hamilton, John Jay, and James Madison – Federalist Papers 85. Jeremy Bentham – Introduction to the Principles of Morals and Legislation; Theory of Fictions 86. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe – Faust; Poetry and Truth 87. Jean Baptiste Joseph Fourier – Analytical Theory of Heat 88. Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel – Phenomenology of Spirit; Philosophy of Right; Lectures on the Philosophy of History 89. William Wordsworth – Poems 90. Samuel Taylor Coleridge – Poems; Biographia Literaria 91. Jane Austen – Pride and Prejudice; Emma 92. Carl von Clausewitz – On War 93. Stendhal – The Red and the Black; The Charterhouse of Parma; On Love 94. Lord Byron – Don Juan 95. Arthur Schopenhauer – Studies in Pessimism 96. Michael Faraday – Chemical History of a Candle; Experimental Researches in Electricity 97. Charles Lyell – Principles of Geology 98. Auguste Comte – The Positive Philosophy 99. HonorΓ© de Balzac – PΓ¨re Goriot; Eugenie Grandet 100. Ralph Waldo Emerson – Representative Men; Essays; Journal 101. Nathaniel Hawthorne – The Scarlet Letter 102. Alexis de Tocqueville – Democracy in America 103. John Stuart Mill – A System of Logic; On Liberty; Representative Government; Utilitarianism; The Subjection of Women; Autobiography 104. Charles Darwin – The Origin of Species; The Descent of Man; Autobiography 105. Charles Dickens – Pickwick Papers; David Copperfield; Hard Times 106. Claude Bernard – Introduction to the Study of Experimental Medicine 107. Henry David Thoreau – Civil Disobedience; Walden 108. Karl Marx – Capital; Communist Manifesto 109. George Eliot – Adam Bede; Middlemarch 110. Herman Melville – Moby-Dick; Billy Budd 111. Fyodor Dostoevsky – Crime and Punishment; The Idiot; The Brothers Karamazov 112. Gustave Flaubert – Madame Bovary; Three Stories 113. Henrik Ibsen – Plays 114. Leo Tolstoy – War and Peace; Anna Karenina; What is Art?; Twenty-Three Tales 115. Mark Twain – The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn; The Mysterious Stranger 116. William James – The Principles of Psychology; The Varieties of Religious Experience; Pragmatism; Essays in Radical Empiricism 117. Henry James – The American; The Ambassadors 118. Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche – Thus Spoke Zarathustra; Beyond Good and Evil; The Genealogy of Morals;The Will to Power 119. Jules Henri PoincarΓ© – Science and Hypothesis; Science and Method 120. Sigmund Freud – The Interpretation of Dreams; Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis; Civilization and Its Discontents; New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis 121. George Bernard Shaw – Plays and Prefaces
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Mortimer J. Adler (How to Read a Book: The Classic Guide to Intelligent Reading)
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The public is despotic in its temper; it is capable of denying common justice when too strenuously demanded as a right; but quite as frequently it awards more than justice, when the appeal is made, as despots love to have it made, entirely to its generosity.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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Ideas, which grow up within the imagination and appear so lovely to it and of a value beyond whatever men call valuable, are exposed to be shattered and annihilated by contact with the practical.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (Mosses from an Old Manse)
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It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual fife upon another: each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his subject. Philosophically considered, therefore, the two passions seem essentially the same, except that one happens to be seen in a celestial radiance, and the other in a dusky and lurid glow.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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Cynthia ordered Guilty Pleasure-why was I not surprised?
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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He was more of a cut-a-wisebrack-and-run-for-cover kind of guy.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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I finally got it.Allie and Sam..heavy duty secret handshake going on.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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Methought the germ of it was dead in me! Oh, Hester, thou art my better angel! I seem to have flung myselfβ€” sick, sin-stained, and sorrow-blackenedβ€” down upon these forest leaves, and to have risen up all made anew, and with new powers to glorify Him that hath been merciful! This is already the better life! Why did we not find it sooner?
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Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter)
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I'm trying to figure out how much I need to deposit into the Kate-have-a-good-time fund," he said. "It's pretty empty.You might have to make a substanial deposit." I couldn't believe how breathless I sounded,like I'd been running beside a snowmobile instead of riding on it. His grin grew."I'm still strapped for cash." "You're torturing me,you know thst? Did you take lessons from Sam?" "I'm torturing you?Geez,you've been torturing me since the day we got here.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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She won't reveal your secret handshake." "It's not my handshake I'm worried about." "Pretend it is.Because as far as I'm concerned,thats all the two of you do. Shake hands.Even if I see you kissing? In my head,I'm going to tell myself that you're shaking hands.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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You both love Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, Hawthorne and Melville, Flaubert and Stendahl, but at that stage of your life you cannot stomach Henry James, while Gwyn argues that he is the giant of giants, the colossus who makes all other novelists look like pygmies. You are in complete harmony about the greatness of Kafka and Beckett, but when you tell her that Celine belongs in their company, she laughs at you and calls him a fascist maniac. Wallace Stevens yes, but next in line for you is William Carlos Williams, not T.S. Eliot, whose work Gwyn can recite from memory. You defend Keaton, she defends Chaplin, and while you both howl at the sight of the Marx Brothers, your much-adored W.C. Fields cannot coax a single smile from her. Truffaut at his best touches you both, but Gwyn finds Godard pretentious and you don't, and while she lauds Bergman and Antonioni as twin masters of the universe, you reluctantly tell her that you are bored by their films. No conflicts about classical music, with J.S. Bach at the top of the list, but you are becoming increasingly interested in jazz, while Gwyn still clings to the frenzy of rock and roll, which has stopped saying much of anything to you. She likes to dance, and you don't. She laughs more than you do and smokes less. She is a freer, happier person than you are, and whenever you are with her, the world seems brighter and more welcoming, a place where your sullen, introverted self can almost begin to feel at home.
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Paul Auster (Invisible (Rough Cut))
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Tell me there's more to it than just adding water," he said. I gave him a pointed look. "Nope. that's all there is to it." he looked over his shoulder at the doorway that led to the living room, then back at me. "Matchmaking?" I grimaced and nodded. "You don't look thrilled." "It's my love life, and everyone treats it like it's a community project.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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But I just couldn't seem to get excited about the fact that we were sorta having a date.I mean, he'd asked me to go skiing with him, and so here I was, and my heart should have been pounding. But it wasn't. I could have been going to the grocery store to pick up a bag of potatoes for all the thudding it was doing.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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When you are in trouble or at your lowest point, and have no one in whom to confide, a hawthorn would be the right choice. There is a reason why hawthorns are home to fairies and known to protect pots of treasure. For wisdom, try a beech; for intelligence, a pine; for bravery, a rowan; for generosity, a hazel; for joy, a juniper; and for when you need to learn to let go of what you cannot control, a birch with its white-silver bark, peeling and shedding layers like old skin. Then again, if it's love you're after, or love you have lost, come to the fig, always the fig.
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Elif Shafak (The Island of Missing Trees)
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The weather,I finally thought.The weather was always a good topic of conversation. "That was some blizzard we had last week,wasn't it?" I asked, since he'd been at Cynthia's instead of with us.We could talk about the blackouts,the shrieking winds- He perked up, looked around. "There's a Dairy Queen in town?I didn't know that.Where is it?" I heard Allie snicker. Sam took up for his friend. "It's an understandable mistake.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Love on the Lifts)
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You said you thought the first guy you fell for would be the one.That's what you've been searching for.Like you think you'll meet him and a whole chorus of angels will sing and you'lle know he's it! But it doesn't always work like that.Actually, i don't think it ever works like that.Usually you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you stop getting warts.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Suite Dreams)
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lips, taking in the sensual curves, wondering how they would feel pressed against mine. β€œDo I have a shot?” I don’t know what makes me say it. He gives me a wolfish, knowing smile. β€œI would love to fuck you, but we might never see each other again. I don’t make promises.” I picture us naked in a heated embrace, his powerful body sliding inside me, and my lower body clenches at the thoughtβ€”even as I cringe. I’m supposed to still be in love with Bennett,
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Ilsa Madden-Mills (Boyfriend Bargain (Hawthorne University, #1))
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It was very still. The tree was tall and straggling. It had thrown its briers over a hawthorn-bush, and its long streamers trailed thick, right down to the grass, splashing the darkness everywhere with great spilt stars, pure white. In bosses of ivory and in large splashed stars the roses gleamed on the darkness of foliage and stems and grass. Paul and Miriam stood close together, silent, and watched. Point after point the steady roses shone out to them, seeming to kindle something in their souls. The dusk came like smoke around, and still did not put out the roses.
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D.H. Lawrence (Sons and Lovers)
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How could it be winter without snow?I appreciated every season, but winter was my favorite.I loved when it was time to pull out my thick sweaters.I loved the smell of a wood fire.I loved skiing and snow boarding and sledding, when i could find the time-although time was in a short supply when school was in session.I even enjoyed the cold, wintry weather, it was great for snuggling.
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Rachel Hawthorne (Suite Dreams)
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God speed fair Helena! whither away? HELENA Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is catching: O, were favour so, Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, The rest I'd give to be to you translated. O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. HERMIA I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. HELENA O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! HERMIA I give him curses, yet he gives me love. HELENA O that my prayers could such affection move! HERMIA The more I hate, the more he follows me. HELENA The more I love, the more he hateth me. HERMIA His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. HELENA None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine!
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William Shakespeare (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
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They couldn't talk. They were not good talkers, either of them. And once, long ago now, she had bought a notebook for a course. It lay empty and forgotten on the kitchen table until one afternoon, when she had gone out to the shops and he was worried that she would be killed by a bus or by lightning, he opened the notebook and he wrote lines about how he loved her, the way he loved her, about his fucking heart and crap like that, about his body brimful and his scrambled head. All that. She came back from the shops. He left the notebook where it was, and he didn't mention it. And it wasn't until about a week later that he noticed it again, and he flicked it open, and he saw his lines followed by lines from her. She'd written words that she had never said. He sat down. He read them over and over for a long time. Then he wrote a paragraph for her to find.
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Keith Ridgway (Hawthorn & Child)
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I leaned my head back. "I look worse than I did the night you met me." "I thought you looked fine." I rolled my head to the side, so I could see him. Hoping the shadows made it so he couldn't see me. "What are you talking about? I looked like a Cirque du Soleil performer." "What are you talking about?" "The black dots around my eyes?" He shook his head. "I'm lost." "You were staring--" "Oh, yeah." He gazed through the windshield. "Sorry about that. I've just never seen eyes as green as yours. I was trying to figure out if you wore contacts." "You were looking at my eyes?" "Yeah." "Not the makeup?" He turned his attention back to me. "I didn't realize you were wearing any. That night, anyway. Tonight it's pretty obvious." "Oh." Didn't I feel silly? "I thought--" I shook my head. "Never mind." On second thought... "You don't like all the makeup?" "I just don't think you need it. I mean, you look pretty without it." Oh, really? That was totally unexpected.
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Rachel Hawthorne (The Boyfriend League)
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To live for others as a definite self-conscious aim was not his creed. It was not the basis of his creed. When he says, 'Forgive your enemies,' it is not for the sake of the enemy, but for one's own sake that he says so, and because love is more beautiful than hate. In his own entreaty to the young man, 'Sell all that thou hast and give to the poor,' it is not of the state of the poor that he is thinking but of the soul of the young man, the soul that wealth was marring. In his view of life he is one with the artist who knows that by the inevitable law of self-perfection, the poet must sing, and the sculptor think in bronze, and the painter make the world a mirror for his moods, as surely and as certainly as the hawthorn must blossom in spring, and the corn turn to gold at harvest-time, and the moon in her ordered wanderings change from shield to sickle, and from sickle to shield.
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Oscar Wilde (De Profundis)
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I’m sorry. I know how much players have to focus, and I know not to be a distraction. I just got caught up in the moment, in the great game, in your terrific pitching.” But I felt a need to explain more. β€œLook, Jason, I love baseball. I love the crack of the bat hitting the ball. I love the seventh-inning stretch and singing β€˜Take Me Out to the Ball Game.’ I love eating hot dogs and standing for the singing of the national anthem. I love doing the wave. I love Kiss Cam. I love that the game isn’t over until it’s over. β€œI love the thrill of a home run and the disappointment of an out at first. I love the way a batter stands at the plate and the catcher readies himself to receive the pitch. I love watching the pitcher windup. I love sitting in the stands and feeling like I’m part of the game. β€œAnd tonight, watching you pitch, I forgot that I’m only a small partβ€”the spectator. Watching you, I felt like I was in the game, out on that field with you. You’re out there on the mound, living a dream that so few people ever experience. β€œI’m sorry, sorry that tonight I ruined the moment for you.” He was staring at me intently. I’d just bared my soul. Why didn’t he speak? What could he possibly be thinking? My nerves stretched taut. β€œSay something,” I demanded. β€œThere’s nothing else to say,” he said in that quiet way he had. Then he lowered his head and kissed me.
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Rachel Hawthorne (The Boyfriend League)
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Roman Centurion's Song" LEGATE, I had the news last night - my cohort ordered home By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome. I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below: Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go! I've served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall, I have none other home than this, nor any life at all. Last night I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here. Here where men say my name was made, here where my work was done; Here where my dearest dead are laid - my wife - my wife and son; Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service, love, Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove? For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields suffice. What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful Northern skies, Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August haze - The clanging arch of steel-grey March, or June's long-lighted days? You'll follow widening Rhodanus till vine and olive lean Aslant before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean To Arelate's triple gate; but let me linger on, Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euroclydon! You'll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending pines Where, blue as any peacock's neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean shines. You'll go where laurel crowns are won, but -will you e'er forget The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or bracken in the wet? Let me work here for Britain's sake - at any task you will - A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill. Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or granite Border keep, Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep. Legate, I come to you in tears - My cohort ordered home! I've served in Britain forty years. What should I do in Rome? Here is my heart, my soul, my mind - the only life I know. I cannot leave it all behind. Command me not to go!
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Rudyard Kipling
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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,β€” That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim: Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:β€”Do I wake or sleep? - Ode to a Nightingale
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John Keats (The Complete Poems)