Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.
I guess I'm the Black Death,' he said slowly. 'I don't seem to bring people happiness any more.
For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be.
We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.
Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances.
He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.