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“Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Good Wives

“They should tell you, right when you get here, that that part of wishing is over. What we鈥檝e done, no one will love us. Not in a normal way.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“It鈥檚 genius simmering, perhaps. I鈥檒l let it simmer, and see what comes of it,鈥� he said, with a secret suspicion all the while that it wasn鈥檛 genius, but something far more common. Whatever it was, it simmered to some purpose, for he grew more and more discontented with his desultory life, began to long for some real and earnest work to go at, soul and body, and finally came to the wise conclusion that everyone who loved music was not a composer.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“Listen to yourself. Poor martyred Louisa. I predict that Fellows will solve this murder and then sweep you off your feet." Daniel shrugged. "Well, the sweeping-you-off-your-feet part might take a little nudge. But he wants to do it. It's a beautiful thing to watch the way he looks at you. Fellows glared at Gil tonight as though he wanted to find a claymore, learn how to use it, and finish him off. Or just pull out a pistol and shoot him.”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Untamed MacKenzie

“You were going to refuse him?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
I thought of you and I couldn't.”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Untamed MacKenzie

“Isabella is busy," Louisa said. "She's frantically finishing preparations for the supper ball, as you know. I ought to be helping her." She fixed Mac a look. "So should you."

"I am helping her. I'm minding the children. A good husband knows when to stay out of the way of the whirling household.”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Untamed MacKenzie

“Oh, Danny, it's so confusing."

"Not really. You're falling in love with him. Or are already in love with him."

"But am I? Or just... overwhelmed?"

"Love is overwhelming.[...]”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Untamed MacKenzie

“[...] we will leave this place, and go into other lodgings - you as the mistress; and I as the maid."
"I should be found out, ma'am," interposed Louisa, trembling at the prospect before her. "I am not a lady."
"And I am," said Magdalen bitterly. "Shall I tell you what a lady is? A lady is a woman who wears a silk gown, and has a sense of her own importance. I shall put the gown on your back, and the sense in your head.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name