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  • I like the sonnet that begins, "Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?"
  • Our next workshop, no one understood what my sublimated love sonnet was all about, but Rudy’s brought down the house.
    Julia Alvarez  --  How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents
  • Okay, check out Sonnet Fifty-four. I think you’ll like it.
    Alex Flinn  --  Beastly
  • A sonnet I could have handled.
    Rick Riordan  --  The Trials of Apollo

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  • Compose sonnets?
    Norton Juster  --  The Phantom Tollbooth
  • In your language you have a form of poetry called the sonnet.
    Madeleine L’Engle  --  A Wrinkle in Time
  • But the poetry unit isn’t until next semester, so you’ll have to stow your sonnets until then."
    Katja Millay  --  The Sea of Tranquility
  • Mine was Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, and I surprised even myself with the passion of my performance.
    Kaye Gibbons  --  My Mother, Literature, and a Life Split Neatly into Two Halves
  • But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.
    Jane Austen  --  Pride and Prejudice
  • See you these two sonnets of Monsieur Beuserade….
    Edmond Rostand  --  Cyrano de Bergerac

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  • The little songs and the sonnets have a meaning for me as fresh and wonderful as the dramas.
    Helen Keller  --  Story of My Life
  • He had put me in the waxy cloth sack and thrown in the shaving cream and razor from the mud ledge, his book of sonnets, and finally the bloody knife.
    Alice Sebold  --  The Lovely Bones
  • Gentle lovemaking, set to romantic sonnets.
    Ellen Hopkins  --  Crank
  • Oddly enough he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the sonnets.
    James Joyce  --  Ulysses
  • It was a tattered old volume containing all the plays and sonnets.
    Betty Smith  --  A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
  • There was surprising pomp and magnificence; there were fetes, carousals, continual opera bouffe; and all Italy composed sonnets in my praise, though not one of them was passable.
    Voltaire  --  Candide
  • If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is: ’Please one and please all.’
    William Shakespeare  --  Twelfth Night
  • The Italian would arrive at dusk, with a gardenia in his buttonhole, and he would translate Petrarch’s sonnets for Amaranta.
    Gabriel Garcia Marquez  --  One Hundred Years of Solitude
  • Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?
    William Shakespeare  --  Much Ado About Nothing
  • It was what is said in the bower, a prelude to what will be said in the chamber; a lyrical effusion, strophe and sonnet intermingled, pleasing hyperboles of cooing, all the refinements of adoration arranged in a bouquet and exhaling a celestial perfume, an ineffable twitter of heart to heart.
    Victor Hugo  --  Les Miserables
  • But the decision was correct, and the unanimity of the judges had its justification in the excellence of the sonnet.
    Gabriel Garcia Marquez  --  Love in the Time of Cholera
  • A guy gets ants in his pants and writes a sonnet.
    Robert Penn Warren  --  All the King’s Men
  • But he never succeeded in getting a rhyme for the second verse; and at last ended by copying a sonnet in a "Keepsake."
    Gustave Flaubert  --  Madame Bovary
  • The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible.
    Oscar Wilde  --  The Picture of Dorian Gray
  • Also my book must do without sonnets at the beginning, at least sonnets whose authors are dukes, marquises, counts, bishops, ladies, or famous poets.
    Miguel de Cervantes  --  Don Quixote
  • And then there it was, suddenly entire; she held it in her hands, beautiful and reasonable, clear and complete, here—the sonnet.
    Virginia Woolf  --  To the Lighthouse
  • Mr. Manzi stood at the bottom of the big, rickety old amphitheater, making blue flames and red flares and clouds of yellow stuff by pouring the contents of one test tube into another, and I shut his voice out of my ears by pretending it was only a mosquito in the distance and sat back enjoying the bright lights and the colored fires and wrote page after page of villanelles and sonnets.
    Sylvia Plath  --  The Bell Jar
  • But you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; You must lay lime to tangle her desires By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Should be full-fraught with serviceable vows.
    William Shakespeare  --  The Two Gentlemen of Verona
  • —Ever his wit and not her eyes, ever his art and not her hair: "Who’d learn a trick in rhyme, be wise and pause before his sonnet there"….
    F. Scott Fitzgerald  --  This Side of Paradise
  • In such mouths I might have coupled it with an apt quotation from one of Shakespeare’s sonnets: "My nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer’s hand: Pity me, then, and wish I were renewed!"
    Charles Dickens  --  Bleak House
  • The sweet scenes of autumn were for a while put by, unless some tender sonnet, fraught with the apt analogy of the declining year, with declining happiness, and the images of youth and hope, and spring, all gone together, blessed her memory.
    Jane Austen  --  Persuasion
  • Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?
    George Eliot  --  Middlemarch
  • At times he had the sensation of being completely bewitched by the mastery of that central intelligence, and then, over the little pale blue tea bowls, the celebration would contract into a liveliness so gentle and miniature that he had an impression of a theorem dissolving limpidly into a sonnet.
    James Hilton  --  Lost Horizon
  • So far her improvement was sufficient—and in many other points she came on exceedingly well; for though she could not write sonnets, she brought herself to read them; and though there seemed no chance of her throwing a whole party into raptures by a prelude on the pianoforte, of her own composition, she could listen to other people’s performance with very little fatigue.
    Jane Austen  --  Northanger Abbey
  • Since then he had developed a taste for Mrs. Fisher and bridge, and the latter at least had involved him in expenses from which he had been more than once rescued by harassed maiden sisters, who treasured the sonnets, and went without sugar in their tea to keep their darling afloat.
    Edith Wharton  --  The House of Mirth
  • Old impressions, old enjoyments, renewed themselves; one evening, going home to his room at the inn, he wrote down a little sonnet to which he prefixed the title of "Rome Revisited."
    Henry James  --  The Portrait of a Lady - Volumes 1 & 2
  • So, lacking a Hero, we settled into the role of victims and composed our sonnets and rehearsed our ballets and unrolled our scrolls, while all the while our thorn-and-steel Grendel served the night with fear and harvested thighbones and gristle.
    Dan Simmons  --  Hyperion
  • Thus at an age when the gentlemen above mentioned employ their time in toasting the charms of a woman, or in making sonnets in her praise; in giving their opinion of a play at the theatre, or of a poem at Will’s or Button’s; these gentlemen are considering the methods to bribe a corporation, or meditating speeches for the House of Commons, or rather for the magazines.
    Henry Fielding  --  Tom Jones
  • WHETHER WE LISTEN with aloof amusement to the dreamlike mumbo jumbo of some red-eyed witch doctor of the Congo, or read with cultivated rapture thin translations from the sonnets of the mystic Lao-tse; now and again crack the hard nutshell of an argument of Aquinas, or catch suddenly the shining meaning of a bizarre Eskimo fairy tale: it will always be the one, shape-shifting yet marvelously constant story that we find, together with a challengingly persistent suggestion of more…
    Joseph Campbell  --  The Hero With a Thousand Faces
  • "Oh, yes! I rather like Mr. Shakespeare’s sonnets."
    Libba Bray  --  Sweet Far Thing
  • For it is a perennial puzzle why no woman wrote a word of that extraordinary literature when every other man, it seemed, was capable of song or sonnet.
    Virginia Woolf  --  A Room of One’s Own
  • O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare’s sonnets! O friendship, how piercing are your darts—there, there, again there.
    Virginia Woolf  --  The Waves
  • In the sonnets he never even refers to the plays as part of his achievement, though he does make what seems to be a half-ashamed allusion to his career as an actor.
    George Orwell  --  Lear, Tolstoy and the Fool
  • A multitude of lovers of both sexes—discarded maids or bachelors and couples mutually weary of one another—tossed in bundles of perfumed letters and enamored sonnets.
    Nathaniel Hawthorne  --  Earth’s Holocaust
  • He scoured flea markets for old, threadbare Oriental rugs, wore a satin smoking jacket, smoked a pipe, and wrote sonnets for a new girlfriend whose name he loved—Juliet.
    Alice Sebold  --  Lucky
  • Good Captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon? an I were not a very coward I’d compel it of you; but fare you well.
    William Shakespeare  --  All’s Well That Ends Well
  • A quiet library might suddenly turn into a madhouse of breathless smooching and stammering sonnets as every unspoken crush or budding attraction suddenly flared into full, unrestricted bloom.
    Henry H. Neff  --  The Maelstrom
  • Old impressions, old enjoyments, renewed themselves; one evening, going home to his room at the inn, he wrote down a little sonnet to which he prefixed the title of "Rome Revisited."
    Henry James  --  The Portrait of a Lady - Volume 2
  • Well, she hath one o’ my sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady!
    William Shakespeare  --  Love’s Labour’s Lost
  • He was reading the love sonnets of the Poet, who was by now a world-renowned figure, as Clara had predicted the first time she heard him recite in his telluric voice at one of her literary soirees.
    Isabel Allende  --  The House of Spirits
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