′You're a very unusual man, Mark,′ she'd said.′That's nice of you to say so,′ he said.

‫هكذا هي الحياة ، كثيرا ما تتكون من أشياء تنتهي ، وتتكون من أشياء تبدأ أيضا ، لكنها ليست الأشياء نفسها على الإطلاق .

Great. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness.

……., and in any case Nadia had taken one look at Saeed’s father and felt him like a father, for he was so gentle, and evoked in her a protective caring, as if for one’s own child, or for a puppy, or f...

…The Emersons who were at Florence, do you mean? No, I don’t suppose it will prove to be them. It is probably a long cry from them to friends of Mr. Vyse’s. Oh, Mrs. Honeychurch, the oddest people! Th...

… The men left, turning

…Please let me make her happy, deliver me from this dreadful tyranny of self. I have sunk low. Let me sink lower still, that I may know the truth. Teach me to love again, to love life. That wouldn’t d...

…три пъти бях канен от големи вестници да отида в армията като техен кореспондент. Но всеки вид репортаж по задължение изискваше да се представя войната в изключително положителен и патриотичен дух, а...

…тези поети, които не жадуваха нищо от външния свят, нито одобрението на широките маси, нито почести, нито високи санове, нито печалба, които към нищо не се стремяха освен с тихо, но страстно усърдие...

…да оставят инстинктите на кръвта от памтивека да се навилнеят. Може би тези тъмни сили имаха също свой дял в дивото опиянение, в което се смесваше всичко – радостта от саможертвата, шеметната забрава...

… in the ordinary course of a healthy labour, the mouth of the uterus opens by some secret agency; or at least without any apparent force.

… but she never did cry. She was too hurt to cry.… You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

… Thou art a dreaming thing; A fever of thyself—think of the Earth; What bliss even in hope is there for thee? What haven? every creature hath its home; Every sole man hath days of joy and pain, Wheth...

… May there not be superior beings amused with any graceful, though instinctive attitude my mind may fall into, as I am entertained with the alertness of a Stoat or the anxiety of a Deer? Though a qua...

…young minds cannot be driven…

…you'll be spared an awful lot of trouble if you die young.

…you almost believe that you will never come to the end of a roll of tape; and when you do, there is a feeling, nearly, though very briefly, of shock and grief.

…wisely mingled poetry and prose.

…while the outside world was full of danger, I knew my interior. I was certain that I could oust an intruder there.

…when the person beside you is making you alert and keen and the idea of being with anyone else is not imaginable…