I wanted to go back again, to recapture the moment that had gone, and then it came to me that if we did it would not be the same.
I might say that we have paid for freedom. But I have had enough melodrama in this life, and would willingly give my five senses if they could ensure us our present peace and security. Happiness is no...
I am no traveller, you are my world.
How am I to know? said Maria. People never tell one the truth, not the real truth. It may be all right tonight, and the notices may be good, and everybody be nice—but I shan’t really know. You’ll know...
For me, the present agony of departure, the silent terror of leaving a place known to me if hated, the well-nigh impossible task of conquering the fear that possessed me. Not the fear of that hasty lo...
For love, as she knew it now, was something without shame and without reserve, the possession of two people who had no barrier between them, and no pride; whatever happened to him would happen to her...
Contentment is a state of mind and body when the two work in harmony, and there is no friction. The mind is at peace, and the body also. The two are sufficient to themselves. Happiness is elusive -- c...
Come and see us if you feel like it,' she said. 'I always expect people to ask themselves. Life is too short to send out invitations.
But the people enjoy watching the dog, he said swiftly, trying to divert Charles. That’s why they go to the circus, for distraction. Maria supplies the same drug in the theater, and I give it in large...
I will shed no more tears, like a spoilt child. For whatever happens we have had what we have had. No one can take that from us. And I have been alive, who was never alive before.
Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard.
Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.
…you guessed that somewhere, in heaven knew what country and what guise, there was someone who was part of your body and your brain, and that without him you were lost, a straw blown by the wind.
—in reality it was escape she wanted, escape from her own self—
– if this was being grown up, then she was younger than she had ever been in her life, young with a hope born of inexperience, a glow within her bright as the unseen paradise. Now was the supreme mome...
There was nothing quite so shaming, so degrading as a marriage that had failed.
The little happy trivialities of a normal happy life: gossip with the neighbours, and church on Sundays, and driving into market once a week; fruitpicking, and harvest-time.
Love was a thing of such simplicity once it was shared, and admitted, and done, with all the joy intensified and all the fever gone
You’re a good girl, he said. I’m fond of you, Mary; you’ve got sense, and you’ve got pluck; you’d make a good companion to a man. They ought to have made you a boy.
Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?