15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.Jane Eyre
Is it better to be a delirious mistress in Marseilles or a free, honest schoolmistress in England's hills?
Charlotte BrontëPride and Prejudice
Marrying your nephew won't change my sphere—whose rank actually shifts when two families join by marriage?
Jane AustenLeaves of Grass
Lilacs in the dooryard and a falling star—how does spring keep re-opening the same grief?
Walt WhitmanPride and Prejudice
They are destined for each other—so your 'upstart pretensions' are intolerable, she insists, defending family rank.
Jane AustenThe Count of Monte Cristo
Wait and hope—two words presented as the whole of human wisdom.
Alexandre Dumas (père); Auguste MaquetThe Count of Monte Cristo
A child with a small bottle of drug: three drops, and those who displease him are finished.
Alexandre Dumas (père); Auguste MaquetFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
At one a.m., by a half‑extinguished light and pattering rain, a dull yellow eye opened—what had he created?
Mary ShelleyLeaves of Grass
You are here—that fact alone demands a verse; what will you contribute to the powerful play?
Walt WhitmanCrime and Punishment
You came alone to spare him—so where was the only man who could have kept you safe?
Dostoyevsky, FyodorThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
An earthen urn leans close and breathes a single command—drink now, for you will not return.
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)Crime and Punishment
A copper‑red moon pours into the flat; a hidden figure, a laugh that won't stop, and panic takes him.
Dostoyevsky, FyodorJane Eyre
He admits a prior marriage and points to a watched woman upstairs—what secret waits at the house above?
Charlotte BrontëThe Count of Monte Cristo
She throws back her veil and speaks the name he never forgot—Mercédès.
Alexandre Dumas (père); Auguste MaquetCrime and Punishment
A hundred-rouble note is gone—and every eye turns to you: confess, or face 'very serious measures.'
Dostoyevsky, FyodorCrime and Punishment
You’ve destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing—why do you still live in the filth you loathe?
Dostoyevsky, Fyodor