#anne

You only had to choose which me to talk to, for, you know, we all change our manners, depending on who has come to chat. One doesn’t behave at all the same way to a grandfather as to a bosom friend, to a professor as to a curious niece. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#manners #change

Sublime natures are seldom clean! ↗

— Longinus

#decreation #philosophy #nature

Speak politely to an enraged dragon. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#dragons #manners #political

O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased, For men have none at all, or bad at least; And as for times, altho' 'tis said by many The "good old times" were far the worst of any, Of which sound Doctrine I believe each tittle Yet still I think these worst a little. I've been a thinking -isn't that the phrase?- I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways - I've been a thinking, whether it were best To Take things seriously, Or all in jest ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#change

. . . and it don't never matter how poor you are as long as you've got something to love. ↗

— Lucy Maud Mongtgomery Anne of Windy Poplars

#love

I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted. "Oh, inocent love," she said even as she drank from me, "oh, innocent innocent love. ↗

— Anne Rice

#vampire-chronicles #vittorio-the-vampire #love

Only a few more weeks till spring . . . and a few more weeks then till summer . . . and holidays . . . and Green Gables . . . and golden sunlight on Avonlea meadows . . . and a gulf that will be silver at dawn and sapphire at noon and crimson at sunset . . . and you. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#love #love

Fate had dedicated that love’s path would not run smoothly. Katie kept a secret from her husband and can they survive this? She had a lump in her breast. She was terrified it was cancer; her mum had died of it. A month later she got so sick she collapsed and had to be hospitalized. Tests revealed she had inoperable cancer. Surgery was no use nor was chemotherapy or radiography ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #love

Katie appeared as a ghost and cradled him in her arms and carried him, a frail dying version of her old husband, to heaven. The radio which was powered off suddenly comes on and played their song Follow Me. Nobody could see her only Ronan and he smiled and says “I knew you would come back for me love ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #love

Love overcame reason...I had rather beg my bread with him than to be the greatest queen christened. ↗

— Carolyn Meyer

#mary-boleyn #love