Dinah Maria Mulock Quotes

While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.

I've never really dated actresses except when I was really young.

My first date was when I was in school. I remember I took her out, and we had sandwiches because I didn't have any money, but it was fun.

I don't go up to guys. I'm all about a guy sending me flowers, getting me chocolates and surprising me.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her.

A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

Peter,” Ashley asked softly, “Do you know what that was?” “Of course,” Peter said, much affronted. “A thimble.” “No,” said Ashley, staring, “That was a kiss.” “Didn’t it strike you as a little different from other thimbles you’ve had in the past?” Peter looked shifty. “Well, yes.” “Ha!” “It was my first thimble with tongue.” Peter told her with dignity.

A truce to philosophy!—Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread. What has been, though sweet, is gone; the present is good only because it is about to change, and the to come is all my own.

Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

The butterfly long loved the beautiful rose, And flirted around all day; While round him in turn with her golden caress, Soft fluttered the sun's warm ray.... I know not with whom the rose was in love, But I know that I loved them all. The butterfly, rose, and the sun's bright ray, The star and the bird's sweet call.

I cherish my childish loves--the memory of that warm little nest where my affections were fledged.

I don't want to start singing about things like sex, drugs and swearing. I'm into love, and maybe I'll get more into making love when I'm older. But I want to be someone who is respected by everybody.

That soul-subduing sentiment, harshly called flirtation, which is the spell of a country house.

Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way we please without self-ends. An age of mysteries! which he Must live that would God's face see Which angels guard, and with it play, Angels! which foul men drive away.

I thought that spring must last forevermore, For I was young and loved, and it was May.

I'm a feminist, but I think that romance has been taken away a bit for my generation.

Life's most soothing things are a child's goodnight and sweet music.