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“For [Jane Austen and the readers of Pride and Prejudice], as for Mr. Darcy, [Elizabeth Bennett's] solitary walks express the independence that literally takes the heroine out of the social sphere of the houses and their inhabitants, into a larger, lonelier world where she is free to think: walking articulates both physical and mental freedom.”
― Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

“When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They're in everything you do. They're in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your drams too. And you don't think they're perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don't frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don't want perfect. You want them.”
― Cassandra Clare

“...our modern civilization returns exceedingly little of what it borrows." -Martin Renner”
― Michael Pollan

“[I]n that white flower I was reminded of the blossoms I had grown up with...[I]t seemed the loveliest thing I had seen for many days, and I stood there staring at it.
But as I continued stumbling over to the creek, I saw that the flower was no flower at all but rather a crumple of tissue, at its heart a smear of blood. I felt a sort of fury - first, rightly, that Esme should be so careless with disposing of her own trash, and second (and I admit less defensibly), that she should have spoiled for me an image so soothing.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, The People in the Trees

“Gelirinizi yatırıma aktarırsanız temel giderlerinizi karşılayamazsınız, bu arada zarar da edebilirsiniz.”
― Murat SaÄŸman, Borsada Oynanmaz

“He wanted a piece of her.”
― Stephanie Garber

“And here Emily began to cry. She had, earlier in the day, announced her intention to Charles Enderby of doing so, but what appalled her so was with what ease the tears came. To cry at will is not an easy accomplishment. There was something much too real about these tears. It frightened her. She mustn’t really give way. Giving way wasn’t the least use to Jim. To be resolute, logical and clear-sighted—these were the qualities that were going to count in this game. Sloppy crying had never helped anyone yet.”
― Agatha Christie, The Sittaford Mystery

“Only you know and I know, as the song goes. I wouldn’t blame you for hating me, but I’m relieved to hear you don’t.”
― Scott Von Doviak, Charlesgate Confidential

“Luke turned sharply, scanning the hillside. He had an unreasoning sense of fear.”
― Agatha Christie, Murder Is Easy