#chapter

If you do enough planning before you start to write, there's no way you can have writer's block. I do a complete chapter by chapter outline. ↗

— R. L. Stine

#block #chapter #complete #enough #i

As she chattered and laughed and cast quick glances into the house and the yard, her eyes fell on a stranger, standing alone in the hall, staring at her in a cool impertinent way that brought her up sharply with a mingled feeling of feminine pleasure that she had attracted a man and an embarrassed sensation that her dress was too low in the bosom. He looked quite old, at least thirty-five. He was a tall man and powerfully built. Scarlett thought she had never seen such a man with such wide shoulders, so heavy with muscles, almost too heavy for gentility. When her eye caught his, he smiled, showing animal-white teeth below a close-clipped black mustache. He was dark of face, swarthy as a pirate, and his eyes were as bold and black as any pirate's appraising a galleon to be scuttled or a maiden to be ravished. There was a cool recklessness in his face and a cynical humor in his mouth as he smiled at her, and Scarlett caught her breath. She felt that she should be insulted by such a look as was annoyed with herself because she did not feel insulted. She did not know who he could be, but there was undeniably a look of good blood in his dark face. It showed in the thin hawk nose over the full red lips, and high forehead and the wide-set eyes. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#humor

Some never participate. Life happens to them. They get by on little more than dumb persistence and resist with anger or violence all things that might lift them out of resentment-filled illusions of security. -Alma Mavis Taraza ↗

— Frank Herbert

#anger

Juliette!" His voice is tighter, higher, laced with anger and terror and denial and betrayal. Realization is a new piece in his puzzled mind. "He can touch you?" "Goddamit, Juliette, answer me! Warner is writhing on the floor, unhinged in a way I never thought possible. He looks wild, his eyes disbelieving, horrified. "Has he touched you? ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#anger

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#chapter- #beauty

Gentlemen don’t ask women impertinent questions about delicate subjects…… And they never, ever use crude expressions in mixed company. Not unless they’re ready to face the consequences. ↗

— Beth Fantaskey

#dating

Dispose of everything that was lost. There’s no time to dream about something that won’t come back. I must look forward. Forward… ↗

— Tite Kubo

#chapter- #dreams

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair." Douglas MacArthur ↗

— Terri Marie

#chapter #children #family #magic #faith

It's too late!" I cried "I thought that once, too. But it's never too late. You taught me that. Love can make us eternal.” Phoenix’s eyes closed, haunted to the end. “I'm sorry,” were his last words. "I forgive you,” I sobbed, gripping onto him desperately. “I forgive you.” It was too late. All. Too. Late. ↗

— Jessica Shirvington

#jessica-shirvington #phoenix #the-embrace-series #the-violet-eden-chapters #violet

Either you go to America with Mrs. Van Hopper or you come home to Manderley with me." "Do you mean you want a secretary or something?" "No, I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool. ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#humor