#edward

The show is like an Edwardian play - emotional life gets stepped on for the sake of accepted manners, and that's terrific for actors to play in. ↗

— Jason Alexander

#edwardian #emotional #emotional life #gets #life

To be clever in the afternoon argues that one is dining nowhere in the evening. ↗

— Saki

#edwardian #humor #humor

I struggled to find the words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been. My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight? ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#life

I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss: the fear that she would restrains me. And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I could have torn his heart out, and drunk his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head! ↗

— Emily Brontë

#life

There are few hours in life more agreeable than the ceremony known as afternoon tea ↗

— Henry James

#classics #edwardian #life

If this were real life, Ed would have looked at her neck- bite, dead, burp, credits. ↗

— Ryan Mecum

#haiku #twilight #vampires #life

I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you - you'd forget me. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#jane-eyre #love #love

That's the illusion of stillness. There is no secret. Only the implication of one by its possesor". ↗

— David Gilmour

#edward-james-olmos #film #miami-vice #movies #movies

Is the music broke, Mommy? ↗

— Edward M. Wolfe

#apocalyptic #colorado #denver #edward-wolfe #kids

I told you I didn't want to fight with Charlie." "Nobody said that you had to." I glowered at him. "I can't help myself when he gets all bossy like that―my natural teenage instincts overpower me. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward-cullen #nature