Quote by Anita Brookner
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after wh

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule. – Anita Brookner

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Good women always think it is their fault when someone else is being offensive. Bad women never take the blame for anything. – Anita Brookner

Category:
Women
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In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game. – Anita Brookner

Category:
Play/Games
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Romantic
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You know, I grew up on romantic comedies, and its hard to find a new way to tell that story. – Rashida Jones

Category:
Romantic

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him. – Arthur Symons

Category:
Romantic

I have tender, romantic associations with upstate New York. – Vera Farmiga

Category:
Romantic

The Southern whites are in many respects a great people. Looked at from a certain point of view, they are picturesque. If one will put oneself in a romantic frame of mind, one can admire their notions of chivalry and bravery and justice. – James Weldon Johnson

Category:
Romantic

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