Author of quotes: Annie Burrows. Page 1

Markham V. Reynolds, commander of the camellias, has finally materialized. Had me showered with compliments, invited to dinner - and not just anywhere but in "Claridge". I'm with Regal negligence agreed ("Claridge"? Yes, heard of this), and then three days suffered because of his hairstyle. Well, I have a pretty new dress, at least I saved on the suffering of what to wear.

Your questions are sensitive, considerate - and very reminiscent of blows with a cudgel on the head.

God, I so want to lie on the sofa and have to get up and get dressy dress. Love is love, but mark is a huge burden for my wardrobe.

Somehow I don't think boredom can get to communicate with the enemy, yet the prospect of fun is a powerful driving force, especially for the young.

It's designed not to work, but in order to give out thick wads of money for its implementation.

How could I think of marrying him? One year in the role his wife - and I will be a humble idiot from those frightened look at her husband, when approached with a question. These are always despised, but now I understand how easy it is to come to this.

Mrs. Winslow Dobbs read a Chapter from his own autobiography called "the Story of life and love Delia Dobbs". All listened attentively, but after a silent. In addition to Mr. Winslow. He wants a divorce.

When my son.... died... the people who came to condole, comforted me with the words: "Life goes on". What nonsense, I thought. On the contrary - the death continues. Ian is dead now and will be dead tomorrow. And next year, and forever. His death will not end. But probably will end sorrow. Sadness has swept the world like a biblical flood, she needs time to subside. Notice, little by little mending tiny Islands - what? Hope? Happiness? Something like that.

That's what I love about reading: one cog in the narrative forces us to take another book, but a tiny cog in it - for the third... Infinite geometric progression, born of the pursuit of pleasure.

Maybe books have a special instinct, which helps to find the perfect reader? Great, if so.

I will not for the umpteenth time to retell the story, but... what's wrong with me? I too talkative? But you can't get married just for marriage. Life with someone you can't talk, and the more silent, is the worst of loneliness.

Because you have me spoiled? Would be allowed to lie on the couch? Tucked the blanket brought some tea. Alexander would not object to the permanent occupation of the sofa? You said he was a patient man, but that not everyone will make.

Light character? I have never been so insulted. Easy character in my scale of values near mindless.

In my mind concerns very closely, and to vent at least a portion on paper is a huge relief.