Instead, he sat in the parlor of his family's Fifth Avenue mansion, growing older by the minute just like everybody else.
Anna GodbersenThe first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color...
Anna GodbersenMots clés first-love
A young woman, newly wed, may find herself in the delightful position of wanting to do nothing without the company of her darling husband. She may indeed discover that she spends all her waking hours with her fellow to the exclusion of every other friend or family member. This is understandable, but wholly unacceptable, to society.
Anna GodbersenMots clés marriage infatuation honeymoon
He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.
Anna GodbersenMots clés love contentment dreams
THE LUXE IS . . .
Pretty girls in pretty dresses, partying until dawn.
Irresistible boys with mischievous smiles and dangerous intentions.
White lies, dark secrets, and scandalous hookups.
This is Manhattan in 1899.
Mots clés boys secrets party manhattan luxe pretty-girls scandals white-lies
To look in the face of hard things and keep moving forward - that's what one has to do.
Anna GodbersenMots clés difficulties
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...
Anna GodbersenMots clés love beauty colors sunset first-love
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.
Mots clés humor wisdom advice love gentlemen
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.
Anna GodbersenMots clés humor romance mothers hats behavior teen luxe freckles
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.
Anna GodbersenMots clés love guilt regrets sins
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