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Wuthering Heights Nelly Unreliable Narrator Quotes By Brene Brown

You can't ever do anything brave if you're wearing the straitjacket of 'What will people think?! — Brene Brown

Wuthering Heights Nelly Unreliable Narrator Quotes By Lysander Spooner

Now it is clear, that if the government can exclude, on account either of their opinions or feelings, any persons thus drawn by lot, the trial is no longer a trial by 'the country,' but only by a portion of the country. — Lysander Spooner

Wuthering Heights Nelly Unreliable Narrator Quotes By Maddy Malhotra

If you doubt what you have asked for in your prayers, then you commit a big sin because you doubt the abilities of God. — Maddy Malhotra

Wuthering Heights Nelly Unreliable Narrator Quotes By Bruno Mars

I know I'm probably much too late to try and apologize for my mistakes. — Bruno Mars

Wuthering Heights Nelly Unreliable Narrator Quotes By Alice McDermott

She turned back to her sandwich. And here, of all things, was desire again. (She could have put the palm of her hand to the front of his white shirt.) Here was her chicken sandwich and her tea and the waitress with a hard life in her eyes and a pretty face disappearing into pale flesh asking if there's anything else for now, dear. Here was the boudoir air of respectable Schrafft's with its marble counters and pretty lamps and lunchtime bustle (ten minutes until she should be back at her desk), perfume and smoke, with the war over and another life begun and mad April whipping through the streets again. And here she was at thirty, just out of church (a candle lit every lunch hour, still, although the war was over), and yearning now with every inch of herself to put her hand to the worn buckle at a stranger's waist, a palm to his smooth belly. A man she'd never see again. Good luck. — Alice McDermott