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In the dull twilight of the winter afternoon she came to the end of a long road which had begun the night Atlanta fell. She had set her feet upon that road a spoiled, selfish and untried girl, full of youth, warm of emotion, easily bewildered by life. Now, at the end of the road, there was nothing left of that girl. Hunger and hard labor, fear and constant strain, the terrors of war and the terrors of Reconstruction had taken away all warmth and youth and softness. About the core of her being, a shell of hardness had formed and, little by little, layer by layer, the shell had thickened during the endless months. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#gone-with-the-wind-quotes #margaret-mitchell #margaret-mitchell-quote #life

To say that a writer's hold on reality is tenuous is an understatement-it's like saying the Titanic had a rough crossing. Writer's build their own realities, move into them and occasionally send letters home. The only difference between a writer and a crazy person is that a writer gets paid for it. ↗

— David Gerrold

#the-martian-child #writers #writing #writing-life #life

try to enjoy myself when I can - I'll be miserable enough as it is. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#life #marilyn-monroe #miserable #life

Never marry a person less educated than you. You, not only degrade yourself but also your kids will suffer whole life. ↗

— Himmilicious

#education

The Corona Extra brand was launched in Austin, Texas. From Austin, where it was exclusively for three or four months, it became more widely available in that state and in others, primarily in the southwest and western United States. ↗

— Carlos Alvarez

#available #became #brand #corona #exclusively

Koschei smiled. His pale lips sought hers, crushing her into a kiss like dying. She tasted sweetness there, as though he still kissed her with honey and sugar on his tongue. When he pulled away, his eyes shone. "I don't care, Marya Morevna. Kiss him. Take him to your bed, and the vila, too, for all it matters to me. Do you understand me, wife? There need never be any rules between us. Let us be greedy together; let us hoard. Let us hit each other with birch branches and lock each other in dungeons; let us drink each other's blood in the night and betray each other in the sun. Let us lie and lust and take hundreds of lovers; let us dance until snow melts beneath us. Let us steal and eat until we grow fat and roll in the pleasures of life, clutching each other for purchase. Only leave me my death — let me hold this one thing sacred and unmolested and secret — and I will serve you a meal myself, served on a platter of all the world's bounty. Only do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me, and no empress will stand higher. Forget the girls in the factory. Be selfish and cruel and think nothing of them. I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I. I will have you in my hoard, Marya Morevna, my black mirror. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#marya-morevna #death

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #life

Maybe if I'd agreed to do the debutante thing like she wanted. Or taken up pageants instead of riding jump bikes with a bunch of grungy boys. I'd always tell her, why can't I do both? Who says you have to be either smart or pretty, or into girly stuff or sports? Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know? ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#auden-west #bikes #boys #capable-of-more #debutante

A thousand tiny imperfections can make a perfect life. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#marguerite #tyler #life

Who are you when you're alone? When no one is watching? What's left then? ↗

— Rae Mariz

#rae-mariz #the-unidentified #life