A woman of feeling does not easily give way. You may call it pride, or tenacity, call it what you will. In spite of all the evidence to the contrary, their emotions are more primitive than ours. They...
È un bene che non si ripeta due volte, la febbre del primo amore. Poiché è una febbre, e anche un fardello, checché ne dicano i poeti. Non si è molto coraggiosi, quando si ha ventun anno. Sono tempi p...
They followed strange laws of which we could know nothing, they obeyed the tangled orders of their own subconscious minds.
It seemed to her that never before had she known there was malevolence in solitude. The very coach, which all the day had rocked her like a cradle, now held a note of menace in its creaks and groans....
Cannot give an honest traveler a bed for the night? For what other purpose was it built? And how do you live, if you have no custom? We have custom, returned the woman sullenly. I’ve told you that. Th...
But fate and circumstance had made me no more than a shadow in his life, a phantom of what might have been
You have a very lovely and unusual name.
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.
Y no pude menos de pensar cómo podía sentirme tan dichosa cuando tan negros nubarrones se cernían por encima de nosotros. Era una dicha indefinible la que sentía, y nada parecida a aquella con que soñ...
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...
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
With Rebecca we enter a world of dreams and daydreams, but they always threaten to tip over into nightmare.
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.
When there’s a sudden silence, and nobody speaks, it means there’s an angel in the room, so
What was John-Henry but the outcome of the years?
What they had dreamed of, schemed for, accomplished, no longer mattered, it was all forgotten.
What a bore! Especially when the day had gone so well. She had no desire to read or listen to records. His taste would be like her father’s, old Peter Cheyneys and John Buchans, he used to read them o...
We’re off, Truda, called Mama. If you bring the children along after the interval it will be time enough. She stood for a moment in the doorway, cool and detached, and she was dragging long white glov...
We went through the Happy Valley to the little cove. The azaleas were finished now, the petals lay brown and crinkled on the moss. The bluebells had not faded yet, they made a solid carpet in the wood...
We never knew the ordinary placid routine of child life, the settled home, the humdrum day by day. For if yesterday we were in London, tomorrow would be Paris, and the after-tomorrow, Rome.