Where do they go, Sophie, those younger selves of ours? How do they vanish and dissolve? They don’t, I said. They’re with us always, like little shadows, ghosting us through life. I’ve been aware of m...
When there’s a sudden silence, and nobody speaks, it means there’s an angel in the room, so
What they had dreamed of, schemed for, accomplished, no longer mattered, it was all forgotten.
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 back into the drawing room. The evening had passes pleasantly enough, heaven knows, but I was glad that they had gone and the house was silent once again. She must have had the same thought, f...
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.
We had been careful, ever since the September decrees, to adopt the new courtesies. Monsieur and madame were things of the past, like the old calendar. I had to remind myself also that today was the 1...
We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.
We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.
Was it true the lovely part of love only lasted a moment and the sorrow went on for a lifetime?
Un día llegarás a conocer la felicidad que conocí yo una vez.
This, dear God, was his contribution to the universe. Take it or leave it. Not for Niall the joys of Paradise, perhaps; but at least not the pangs of Purgatory. A small place, possibly, outside the Go...
This was my picture, and I wanted to become part of it too, to sleep there with the others on the shore, but they would not let me. I had to go away and live my life. I had no business to remain there...
This house sheltered us, we spoke, we lived within those walls. That was yesterday.
This astonished us as children, for we grew up beside the charcoal burners, called them by their Christian names, watched them at work, visited them in their log huts when they were ill; but to my mot...
They’ve been drinking too, said Pappy, examining the tooth-glass. Cognac, judging by the smell. I never knew my daughter drank. She doesn’t, said Celia, smoothing Pappy’s bed. She always has orangeade...
They were all fitting into place, the jig-saw pieces. The odd strained shapes that I had tried to piece together with my fumbling fingers and they had never fitted. Frank's odd manner when I spoke abo...
They used to hang men at Four Turnings in the old days.Not anymore, though.
They say that when we sleep our sub-conscious selves are revealed, our hidden thoughts and desires are written plain upon our features and our bodies like the tracings of rivers on a map; and no one r...
There’s no need to get that way. It’s your own thoughts that keep you young, Dick. And age hasn’t anything to do with it. It’s a question of your state of mind. I don’t care about all that. Oh! Jake—i...