She had made a decision for herself, the idea that she had asked no one’s advice. It was the first time since she had sold the house in Cush that such a chance had come so easily, and she was glad she...
Memory and regret can mingle, how much sorrow can be held within, and how nothing seems to have any shape or meaning until it is well past and lost and, even then, how much, under the weight of pure d...
If you want witnesses then I am one and I can tell you now, when you say that he redeemed the world, I will say that it was not worth it. It was not worth it.
His legs where the bones had been broken,
You have asked two questions, and I will answer them separately, Gray said. Trollope writes with precision and feeling about love and marriage. Yes, I can assure you of that. Now, the second question...
May Lacey, wisps of thin grey hair appearing from under her hat, her scarf still around her neck, sat opposite Nora in the back room and began to talk. After a while, the boys went upstairs; Conor, wh...
It was my companion, my strange friend who woke me in the night and again in the morning and who stayed close all day.
Andersen was perhaps too young to know how memory and regret can mingle, how much sorrow can be held within, and how nothing seems to have any shape or meaning until it is well past and lost and, even...
Аз не подозирах, че музиката, която тази нощ ме извиси и изтръгна от самия мен, която бях възприел като велико ново начало, след десетилетие ще ми се струва сладникава и несериозна, недостатъчно герма...
Woman who had not told him or anybody
This was a piece of gross presumption on Mrs. Kehoe’s part but also that the decision to give her, the most recently arrived, the best room in the house not only would cause bitterness and difficulty...
You learn, no matter what age you are, to keep things to yourself.
What she would need to do in the days before she left and on the morning of her departure was smile, so that they would remember her smiling. *
We keep our prices low and our manners high. -Miss Bartocci
Trollope and Balzac, Zola and Dickens would, he felt, have become bitter old preachers, or mad hairy schoolmasters had they been born in New England and condemned to live amongst its people.
Tony was so wrapped up in the game that it gave her a chance to let her thoughts linger on him, float towards him, noting how different from her he was in every way. The idea that he would never see h...
There were always children, Miss
There was a time, I know, when I felt rage and I felt sorrow. But now I have lost what leads up to rage and sorrow. Maybe the only reason I wander in these spaces has to do with some other feeling, or...
So this was what being alone was like, she thought. … It was this wandering in a sea of people with the anchor lifted, and all of it oddly pointless and confusing.
On one of the nights during my journey I wandered out under the sky which was lit with stars and I believed for a moment that soon these stars would cease to glitter, that the nights of the future wou...