Quotes from Anna Godbersen, Envy

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

A man is made in the rough-and-tumble of the world a lady emerges from the flossy back rooms of her own imagination.

They were all dressed in their finest as though life really were some magical stage play in which every moment ought to be illuminated with its own bright spotlight.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in a few seconds and never lose the stars in her eyes.

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.

Even when a girl is married she still never completely leaves her mother and father's home.

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.