#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #house stark #quote #book
+ “About Love”, A Russian Affair by Anton Chekhov
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.”
— Captain Wentworth, from Persuasion by Jane Austen
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“Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes?”
~Captain Wentworth’s letter to Anne
Persuasion, volume 2, chapter 11
+ My most loved Jane Austen book. It hits too close to home. (via bibliowormed)
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means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half
agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious
feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart
even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years
and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman,
that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but
never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you
alone, I think and plan.—Have you not seen this? Can you fail to
have understood my wishes?—I had not waited even these ten
days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have
penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing
something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can
distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on
others.—Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice,
indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and
constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most
undeviating, in
F. W."
+ Frederick Wentworth- Persuasion (Austen)
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..there could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.Painting: “Gandalf” by John Howe
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+ The Awakening, Kate Chopin (via elicec) (via quote-book)
+ Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Bernières
+ Alexandre Dumas (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
+ Bridget Jones’s Diary (via vermeerlove) (via janeaustenyeah) (via fyprideandprejudice)
