I wondered if it was the same in every home, this feeling of exuberance when visitors had gone.
I wondered how it could be that two people who had loved could yet have such a misconception of each other and, with a common grief, grow far apart. There must be something in the nature of love betwe...
I loved you too much, wanted you too much, had for you too great a tenderness. Now all of this is like a twisted root in my heart, a deadly poison in my brain. You have made of me a madman. You fill m...
I don't think there is any necessity to bring Inspector Welch into the affair - yet, said Colonel Julyan. His voice was different, harsher. I did not like the way he used the word, yet. Why must he us...
I do lie about, she said, from time to time. The trouble is I go off everyone so quickly. I soon get bored. Bored with the things they say? Or with the things they do? With the things they do. I never...
I confess I found myself disenchanted. We hardly moved from this quarter, so crowded, so ill-smelling, among the poorest of the people, and when we did walk out it was only to call at the various ware...
Her face was not done, as Maria would have said. It was just her face. The skin was soft and smooth, and there were little lines at the corner of her eyes that did not show as a rule, and at the corne...
Grown-up people… How suddenly would it happen, the final plunge into their world? Did it really come about overnight, as Pappy said, between sleeping and waking? A day would come, a day like any other...
Bread was their main fare—they could not afford meat—and a man earning at the rate of one livre or twenty sous a day, with a hungry family to feed, paid half his wages on bread alone.
As soon as his laughter died away the smile faded from Aunt Patience’s face, and the strained, haunted expression returned again, the fixed, almost idiot stare that she wore habitually in the presence...
Houve um excesso de melodrama na minha vida, e daria tudo para conservar a paz e a tranquilidade conquistadas. A Felicidade não é uma coisa concreta – é uma qualidade do pensamento, um estado de espír...
I have no talent for making new friends, but oh such genius for fidelity to old ones.
They followed strange laws of which we could know nothing, they obeyed the tangled orders of their own subconscious minds.
A silence on the tors that belonged to another age; an age that is past and vanished as though it had never been, an age when man did not exist, but pagan footsteps trod upon the hills. And there was...
You have only to look at his eyes. He's still in hell...
You have a very lovely and unusual name.
You forget, those things were easy for me. I belonged to both of them. Niall pushed his cup back on the tray. What a bloody thing to say, he said, and he got up and lit another cigarette.
You are such a part of me that to stand alone leaves me dumb, without speech, without eyes. Life is valueless unless I can share everything with you – beauty, ugliness, pain.
Women think differently to men; they travel separate paths. That's why I have no liking for them; they make for trouble and confusion. It was pleasure enough to take you to Launceston, Mary, but when...
Who will ever know your heart, who will ever know your mind? You have that fatal quality of silence – of a tight repression that suggests a hidden fire – yes, a burning fire unquenchable.