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 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.
When I lie I like to base the lie on a foundation of fact, for it appeases not only conscience but a sense of justice.
What was the point of having a man if all he could do was turn his back and sleep? Not that she wanted him to do anything else, but in a way it was an insult. The turned back reminded her of all the v...
What trail of thought, confused and indirect, drove through those minds of theirs, to cloud their judgement? What waves of impulse swept about their being, moving them to anger and withdrawal, or else...
We would make all sorts of promises to the cuisinière, and to the daily femme de chambre, saying, We’ll be back again next year, knowing in our hearts that it would not be so. We never took the same v...
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 mounted the carriole and drove up the hill from l’Antinière onto the road. Looking back, we saw grandmother and grandson standing there hand in hand waving to us, and it was as though they represen...
We know one another. This is the present. There is no past and no future. Here I am washing my hands, and the cracked mirror shows me to myself, suspended as it were, in time; this is me, this moment...
We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us
To him, the drug released the complex brew within the brain that served up the savored past. To me, it proved that the past was living still, that we were all participants, all witnesses. I was Roger,...
Think of the unkind things we have forgotten, said Niall. Those are the ones that will be totted up against us. I sometimes wake up in the early morning and go quite cold thinking of all the things I...
They went and stood together by the bed. They had wrapped Pappy in one of the hospital nightshirts, and it was somehow shocking and rather terrible to see Pappy dressed in this way, not in his own paj...
They say death does this to us once we are warned. Unconsciously, we strive not to waste time. Pettiness falls away, with all those things of little value in our lives. Could we but have known sooner,...
There are some women, Philip, good women very possibly, who through no fault of their own impel disaster. Whatever they touch, somehow turns to tragedy.
Then all at once she turned to me, her face pale, her eyes strangely alight. She said, Is it possible to love someone so much, that it gives one a pleasure to hurt them? To hurt them by jealousy, I me...
The wild shouting, the laughter, and the singing with which they had fortified themselves for the journey would have been a relief, however loathsome; but this deadly quietude was sinister.
The tie between mother and daughter was close, as it had been once, so many years ago, between Sophie Duval and her own mother Magdaleine. Sons, even if they lived under one’s roof, had their own preo...
The system might one day change, but human nature remained the same, and there were always people who profited at the expense of others.