#london

-On creating a false identity for Pheobe- "A widow," Ava insisted. "How did her husband die?" Greer asked. "I hardly know," Ava said with a shrug as she rocked Jonathan in her arms. "How do men typically die? A fall from a horse or some such thing." "I scarcely believe scores of men are falling to their deaths from their saddles," Greer said drily. ↗

— Julia London

#julia-london #romance #death

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely. ↗

— Kay Goodstadt

#brain-tumor #death #faith #food #gay

Olivia: You didn't even know I was there! Harry: Excuse me, yes I did. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#london

To be able to forget means sanity. ↗

— Jack London

#forgetting #sanity #london

Have you ever seen An American Werewolf in London? Well, I'm not American. I'm not a werewolf, and this isn't London. ↗

— Lynsay Sands

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And I know I can do this because I went to London on my own, and because I solved the mystery…and I was brave and I wrote a book and that means I can do anything. ↗

— Mark Haddon

#self-confidence #london

As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt. ↗

— Jack London

#suffering #weak #weakness #london

He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#barrie #children #grown-up-poetry #kesnington-gardens #london

Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness; second, that there are twenty-five elderly gentlemen living in the neighbourhood of London who resent any slight upon her genius as if it were an insult to the chastity of their aunts. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#criticism #jane-austen #london

White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong. ↗

— Jack London

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