So death, Shelagh decided, was a moment for compliments, for everyone saying polite things about everybody else which they would not dream of saying at another time.
She's dearer than life itself, that's all I know.
Pierre and I refused to allow my mother to visit her son in prison. She remained in the house with Cathie and little Jacques, but we went ourselves, and I felt as if I were back again in the theater f...
Our minds had met and crossed and understood from the first moment when Victor introduced us in my club, and that queer, inexplicable bond of the heart, breaking through every barrier, every restraint...
Non ramentare che le ore felici.
No shadows steal upon this hard glare, the stony vineyards shimmer in the sun and the bougainvillaea is white with dust.
Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.
Mary Rose that did it. Mary Rose was a country girl. Always hiding up apple trees, and then disappearing on the island. She was a ghost, and Charles fell in love with the ghost. What did you fall in l...
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...
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 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...
I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone. How commonplace and stupid it would be if I had a friend now, sitting beside me, someone I had known at school, who would say:...
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 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 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 am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty one. They are so full of li...
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...
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.
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.