“There is so little to remember of anyone - an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming habitual fondness not having meant to keep us waiting long.” WayFeelsHeartLittlesLongHomeDreamRememberWaitingMemoriesChanceStepsWrittenDoorsHairConversationTablesFleshStrokesHabitualAnecdotesFondnessWanderersWay Home Author:Marilynne Robinson
“Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, conversation flags and all the time the heart is threatening to fly from the body once and for all. Lovers have been known to have heart attacks. Lovers drink too much from nervousness and cannot perform. They eat too little and faint during their fervently wished consummation. They do not stroke the favoured cat and their face-paint comes loose. This is not all. Whatever you have set store by, your dress, your dinner, your poetry, will go wrong.” HeartLittlesHas BeensMatterBodyFacesKnownToo MuchLoversDrinkConversationMouthsCatDressesPaintDinnerStoresDrySweatFlagsStrokesThreateningPalmsHeart AttackNervousnessDry Up Book:The Passion Source: The Passion
“Do you talk by rule, then, while you are dancing?" Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know. It would look odd to be entirely silent for half an hour together, and yet for the advantage of some, conversation ought to be so arranged as that they may have the trouble of saying as little as possible.” KnowsLooksMayLittlesSometimesTogetherSpeakHoursHalfTroubleOughtConversationAdvantagePrejudiceDancingSilentOdd Book:Pride and Prejudice Source: Pride and Prejudice
“I go to the saltwater and wash off the blood, trying to decide which I hate more, pain or itching. Fed up, I stomp back onto the beach, turn my face upward and snap, "Hey, Haymitch, if you're not too drunk, we could use a little something for our skin." It's almost funny how quickly the parachute appears above me. I reach up and the tube lands squarely in my open hand. "About time" I say, but I can't keep the scowl on my face. Haymitch. What I wouldn't give for five minutes of conversation with him.” IfsGivingTryingLittlesI CanUseHandsPainFacesHateTurnsFiveBloodLandMinutesConversationSkinsI HateDrunkHeyBeachFedsFive MinutesSnapsTubesFed UpParachutesHaymitchItching Author:Suzanne Collins
“After all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked or lost. Here, though, in the quiet pressed against each other, this felt familiar to me. And it was nice to let someone get close again, even if it was just for a little while.” IfsLittlesLostFeltToo MuchNiceQuietConversationFamiliar Author:Sarah Dessen
“Amos sipped his coffee. "Sorry if that distubed you. Khufu's very picky. He only eats foods that end in -o. Doritos, burritos, flamingos." I blinked. "Did you say-" "Carter," Sadie warned. She looked a little queasy, like she'd already had this conversation. "Don't ask.” IfsLittlesEndsAsksConversationSorryCoffeeCarterSadiePickyBurritosFlamingosDoritosKhufu Author:Rick Riordan