Quote

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.

Anna Godbersen

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Anna Godbersen
Age: 44
Born: 1980
Born: April 10
Writer
Berkeley
California
Give
Solve
Littles
Tired
Little
Tried
Giving
Stronger
Every
Mystery
Time
Thoughts
Pursued
Pain
Caused
Running
Envy

More quotes by Anna Godbersen

Image
Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.
Anna Godbersen
Image
A lady must retain always her composure. Even in a rainstorm, she must appear joyous and dry. When she loses her composure, then the respect of her peers and her staff will follow in short order.
Anna Godbersen
Image
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.
Anna Godbersen
Image
It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.
Anna Godbersen
Image
Among her other talents were forgetting what she did not like and ignoring what she preferred not to see.
Anna Godbersen
Image
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.
Anna Godbersen
Image
A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.
Anna Godbersen
Image
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.
Anna Godbersen
Image
But in that moment she realized how false most smiles were and what a tremendous waste of time.
Anna Godbersen
Image
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.
Anna Godbersen
Image
In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.
Anna Godbersen
Image
That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands.
Anna Godbersen
Image
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.
Anna Godbersen
Image
It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.
Anna Godbersen
Image
She should have know that villains often come with pretty faces.
Anna Godbersen
Image
Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.
Anna Godbersen
Image
Though her emotions had not deviated from a jittery frailty she knew that in her own room she could at least attempt sleep and that if she dreamed she might then finally be with Henry.
Anna Godbersen
Image
Good night.' Diana summoned all the dignity that she could manage in her bedraggled state and began to move back up the beach. Her dress was soaked and her stockings dotted with sand and her heart couldn't possibly withstand any more.
Anna Godbersen
Image
I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again.
Anna Godbersen
Image
To look in the face of hard things and keep moving forward - that's what one has to do.
Anna Godbersen