Monica Descalzi

He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance, but that is all.
#JaneAusten #PrideAndPrejudice
Jane Austen

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without singing them, was often a woman.
#VirginiaWoolf #ARoomOfOnesOwn
#InternationalWomensDay

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We did not like to declare ourselves women, because we had a vague impression that authoresses are liable to be looked on with prejudice.
#CharlotteBrontë
#EmilyBrontë
#AnneBrontë
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I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man.
#AnneBrontë TTOWH
#InternationalWomensDay

As a woman my country is the whole world.
#VirginiaWoolf
#ThreeGuineas
#InternationalWomensDay

Sorry to hear u'v bn unwell, Emily --- hope u get better. Glad 2 see the real u's still around. Sending hugs.

Coming in a new hat.
TOTS 3.2
#ShakespeareSunday

I will make him eat it that says I love not you.
MAAN 4.1
#ShakespeareSunday

I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main,
Descry a sail.
O 2.1
#ShakespeareSunday

Like a new-married wife about her husband's neck.
H5 5.2
#ShakespeareSunday

New-adopted to our hate,
Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath.
KL 1.1
#ShakespeareSunday

The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
RJ 3.5
#ShakespeareSunday

New-born babe.
M 1.7
#ShakespeareSunday

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny.
RJ Prologue
#ShakespeareSunday

What tellest thou me of black and blue?
MWW 4.5
#ShakespeareSunday

Blue and white.
MWW 5.5
#ShakespeareSunday

Oh that my dear mother had more command over herself! she can have no idea of the pain she gives me by her continual reflections on him. But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be as we were before.
#JaneAusten #PrideAndPrejudice
Jane Austen

Whether he had been aware of Jane's attachment, or whether it had escaped his observation; whichever were the case, though her opinion of him must be materially affected by the difference, her sister's situation remained the same, her peace equally wounded.
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Jane Austen

Happy #WorldBookDay to those who celebrate! 📚

Had his own happiness, however, been the only sacrifice, he might have been allowed to sport with it in what ever manner he thought best; but her sister's was involved in it, as she thought he must be sensible himself.
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Jane Austen

Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
As seeming anxious of eternity,
To meet that calm and find a resting place.

#JohnClare

She could not think without anger, hardly without contempt, on that easiness of temper, that want of proper resolution, which now made him the slave of his designing friends, and led him to sacrifice his own happiness to the caprice of their inclinations.
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Jane Austen

That he was really fond of Jane, she doubted no more than she had ever done.
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Jane Austen

With no greater events than these in the Longbourn family, and otherwise diversified by little beyond the walks to Meryton, sometimes dirty and sometimes cold, did January and February pass away. #March was to take Elizabeth to Hunsford.
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Jane Austen

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
TGV 1.3
#ShakespeareSunday

Primrose, firstborn child of Ver,
Merry springtime’s harbinger.
TNK 1.1
#ShakespeareSunday

Our love was new, and then but in the spring.
S 102
#ShakespeareSunday

From you have I been absent in the spring.
S 98
#ShakespeareSunday

The spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
AYLI 5.3
#ShakespeareSunday

Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.
WT 4.4
#ShakespeareSunday