#lou

Yes! He knew how she would love. He had not loved her without gaining that instinctive knowledge of what capabilities were in her. Her soul would walk in glorious sunlight if any man was worthy, by his power of loving, to win back her love. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#love #jealousy

Who. Hit. You? ↗

— Lilith Saintcrow

#jealousy

In jealousy there is more of self-love than love ↗

— Francois De La Rochefoucault

#jealousy

I'm a quite serious actor who doesn't mind being ridiculously comic. ↗

— Alan Rickman

#being #comic #i #mind #quite

I can get on with wild beasts first-rate; but men rile me awfully… ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott #men #men

Maya Angelou entered our lives at Virago in 1984, when we first published I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. "Entered our lives" is too tame. She danced, sang, and laughed her way straight into our hearts. She brought us a best-seller, but more than that, she brought us a reminder that the human need for dignity and recognition is a gift easily given to one another, but also frighteningly easy to withhold. ↗

— Lennie Goodings

#maya-angelou #poetry #spiritual #sprint #inspirational

I will tell the stork-man. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#immortals #numair #immortality

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly! ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#jealousy #vanity #beauty

When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least… ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott #louisa-may-alcott

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not? ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#looks #pretty #louisa-may-alcott