Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.
Men and women were like the animals on the farm at Helford, she supposed; there was a common law of attraction for all living things, some similarity of skin or touch, and they would go to one another...
Memories are very beautiful things, when you are old
Mary’s mother turned to her and said, There’s something of me gone in the grave with poor Nell, Mary. I don’t know whether it’s my faith or what it is, but my heart feels tired and I can’t go on anymo...
Mary shook her head. ‘I’ve only seen the evil,’ she said; ‘I’ve only seen the suffering there’s been, and the cruelty, and the pain. When my uncle came to Jamaica Inn he must have cast his shadow over...
Little notes, scrawled on half-sheets of paper, and letters, when he was away, page after page, intimate, news. Her voice, echoing through the house, and down the garden, careless and familiar like t...
La felicidad no es un bien que pueda atesorarse; es una manera de pensar, un estado de ánimo.
Jake did not say anything; he looked up at the sky and the wall of gray mist ahead of us, he watched the stern of the Romanie lift sluggishly to the high sea. Dick, he said later, do you notice how sh...
Jacques Duval became a close friend of Marat, editor of L’Ami du Peuple, one of the most widely read and popular newspapers in Paris, and he used to send this down to us every week, so that we could k...
It’s queer, she said, but I don’t feel this is happening to me at all. This is some other person going through my day. It’s a dreadful feeling. I can’t explain it
It's funny,' I noted in the diary, 'how often I seem to build a story around one sentence, nearly always the last one, too. The themes are a bit depressing but I just can't get rid of that.
It wasn’t like that for us, said Niall, all bright, and clean, and purged and commonplace. Plastic toys. Things that go in and out. Perhaps it was, said Maria; perhaps we don’t remember. I do remember...
It was unlike anything I had ever known. I had no feeling, no pain.
It was a day to be inside somewhere, cosseted and loved; by a warm fireside with the clatter of friendly cups and saucers, a sleepy cat licking his paws, a cyclamen in a pot on a windowsill putting fo...
It is strange how in moments of great crisis the mind whips back to childhood.
It has always seemed to me significant that Robert’s first memories, whenever he spoke of them, should not be of the farmhouse le Maurier, or of the lowing of cattle, the scratching of hens and other...
Inn
In the animal kingdom a freak was a thing of abhorrence, at once hunted and destroyed, or driven out into the wilderness.
In December the first frosts came with the full moon, and then my nights of vigil held a quality harder to bear. There was a sort of beauty to them, cold and clear, that caught at the heart and made m...
If it must be so, let’s not weep nor complain If I have failed, or you, or life turned sullen. We have had these things, they do not come again, But the flag still flies and the city has not fallen. H...