The Luxe

Don't go looking for boys in the dark They will say pretty things then leave you with scars. Do go looking for boys in the park For that is where the true gentlemen are.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...

There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

She should have know that villains often come with pretty faces.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color...

Already she could feel the stunning weight of a lifetime of regret for letting him go, and she knew that it was enought to bury her alive.

We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in the strange movements of everyday objects. These may be messages from God or tricks of the eye, but in neither case are we permitted to ignore them.

Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

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.

Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.

Henry shook his head, 'I was drunk,' he said, trying to sound both ashamed and firm in this belief. He remembered the rosebush incident very clearly, of course, but he knew that sneaking into the bedroom window of his fiancee's little sister wasn't something he wanted to explain to his father. Sometimes, Henry reflected, being taken for a perpetual drunk was sort of convenient.

It is well known that a man, when wooing a lady to be his wife, must first win over the females she most confides in—her friends, of course, and her sister, if she has one.

Henry's worldly goal at the moment was drinking enough beer to be happy and forgetful.

Don’t go looking for boys in the dark They will say pretty things then leave you with scars. Do go looking for boys in the park For that is where the true gentlemen are. ––A SEAMSTRESS’S VERSES, 1898

Do not go looking for boys in the dark They will say pretty things then leave you with scars. Do go looking for boys in the park For that is where the true gentlemen are.