Nadia Budthorne had wept until the fount of tears seemed dry. She had beaten with her hands against the heavy door of her prison room until her knuckles streamed blood. She had shouted and screamed until she sank exhausted to the floor.

By dan, January 20, 2013.

Found in Dick Merriwell’s Pranks, authored by Burt L. Standish.


“...when I left her to-day, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said. 'The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.' ”

By abirdinflight, May 26, 2015.

Found in The Awakening, authored by Kate Chopin.