#chapter

If pregnancy were a book they would cut the last two chapters. ↗

— Nora Ephron

#chapters #cut #last #pregnancy #two

I wait, for the household to assemble. Household: that is what we are. The Commander is the head of the household. The house is what he holds. To have and to hold, till death do us part. The hold of a ship. Hollow. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#death

It's also possible to have two third person singular points of view, as represented by two characters through whose eyes the story is told in alternating chapters, say. ↗

— Arthur Herzog

#chapters #characters #eyes #person #points

Absolutely, sir! Oh, you need not be jealous! I wanted to tease you a little to make you less sad: I thought anger would be better than grief. But if you wish me to love you, could you but see how much I DO love you, you would be proud and content. All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence for ever. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#anger

To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living. ↗

— Herman Melville

#chapters #difficult #great #great art #grow

Marriage - a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose. ↗

— Beverley Nichols

#book #chapter #chapters #first #poetry

The feeling made him wonder what he would have become if only he’d been allowed to live a normal life. Sports, he knew, would’ve suited him. He was bigger, stronger and much faster than most boys his age. Football was probably the game for him. He liked watching Joshua playing at quarterback, imagining what it would be like to be in his position. To hear the crowd cheering as he made a pass, to feel accepted by his teammates – they were experiences forever denied him. It was nice to daydream though. ↗

— Phillip W. Simpson

#age

Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#beauty

He doesn't even care about you!" Warner explodes. I flinch at the sudden, uncontrolled intensity in his voice. "He just wants a way out of here and he's using you!" He steps forward. "I could love you, juliette-I would treat you like a queen- ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#love

Misery, in cold truth, is a weight less upon those who undergo it than upon the minds of those who see it; for he who is cold and starving is so busy in his efforts to obtain warmth and food that he has little time for self-pity, and endures his unhappy condition better than those who take it upon themselves to suffer for him. ↗

— Kenneth Roberts

#oliver-wiswell #business