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“Love at first sight is easy to understand. It’s when two people have been looking at each other for years that it becomes a miracle.”

Quote by Sam Levenson

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Sam Levenson
Sam Levenson

Sam Levenson, an American humorist, was born on December 28, 1911, and passed away on August 27, 1980. Known for his unique sense of humor and insightful observations, his works have been beloved by readers. more

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“But Melchior was one of those men who always do the opposite of what is expected of them and of what they expect of themselves. It is not that they are not warned—a man who is warned is worth two men, says the proverb. They profess never to be the dupe of anything, and that they steer their ship with unerring hand towards a definite point. But they reckon without themselves, for they do not know themselves. In one of those moments of forgetfulness which are habitual with them they let go the tiller, and, as is natural when things are left to themselves, they take a naughty pleasure in rounding on their masters. The ship which is released from its course at once strikes a rock, and Melchior, bent upon intrigue, married a cook. And yet he was neither drunk nor in a stupor on the day when he bound himself to her for life, and he was not under any passionate impulse; far from it. But perhaps there are in us forces other than mind and heart, other even than the senses—mysterious forces which take hold of us in the moments when the others are asleep; and perhaps it was such forces that Melchior had found in the depths of those pale eyes which had looked at him so timidly one evening when he had accosted the girl on the bank of the river, and had sat down beside her in the reeds—without knowing why—and had given her his hand.”

“All along, Thatcher has had a plan: Marry her. He's talked about it with Father Ott. For months, they've gone over the sticky emotional territory. Fiona yearns to be married, and what she really wanted was to marry JZ. But JZ is already married; he had a chance to make things right with Fiona and he blew it. So that leaves Thatcher, who wants to make a pledge of his devotion to this person- his friend, his partner, his first love. She is more his family than his own family. He has planned to marry her all along and she agreed to it only by saying, "At the very end. If nobody else wants us." How ironic, and awful, that this was the summer Thatcher fell in love. He didn't think it was possible- at age thirty-five, as solitary as he liked to be, as devoted to his business and Fiona, as impermeable to romance- and yet, one morning, just as he was wondering where he was going to find the kind of help that would enable him to make it through the summer, there she was. Adrienne Dealey. Beautiful, yes, but he loves Adrienne not because she is beautiful but because she is different. He has never known a woman so free from conceit, vanity, ambition, and pretense. He has never known a woman so willing to show the world that she is a human being. He has never known a woman with such an appetite- a literal appetite, but also an appetite for adventure- the places she's been, unafraid, all by herself. Thatcher loves her in a huge, mature, adult way. He loves her the right way. Now he has to hope that God grants her patience and understanding and faith. Whenever he prays these days, he prays for Adrienne, too.”

“Он привык, что вокруг него вьются девушки. Привык очаровывать их, привлекать их взгляды, их своим остроумием. Но ни одна из них не заставляла его чувствовать, как бы это сказать, что ему правда есть до нее дело. Это было что-то вроде игры. Он не понимал почему, но ему всегда казалось, что кто-то шепчет ему, будто время еще не пришло. И вот появилась эта девушка на противоположном берегу пруда, и он почувствовал - что-то воспламенилось у него в груди. Будто маленькое сильное пламя, будто еще одно бьющееся сердце, будто старое любовное письмо, спрятанное и выжженное у него под кожей, а сейчас ожившее от ее взгляда и загоревшееся под сердцем, строчка за строчкой.”