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...
What degradation lay in being young.
Was it always going to be like this? He away ahead of me, with his own moods that I did not share, his secret troubles that I did not know?Would we never be together, he a man and I a woman, standing...
Until the moment of that dismissal with its reason given, he had received out of anywhere—or was it out of nowhere in the morning—that love must suffer for loving; that, the deeper planted, the more i...
Today, wrapped in the complacent armor of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one lightly and are soon forgotten, but then-- how a careless word would linger, becoming...
Time will mellow it, make it a moment for laughter. But now it was not funny, now I did not laugh. It was not the future, it was the present. It was too vivid and too real.
They were flung open, and he could hear the applause in the far distance. He could not judge the sound. It always seemed to him the same from any theater. A steady, breaking sound. A sort of roar. It...
They were ageless, they were sexless, they were neither male nor female, old or young, but the beauty of their faces, and of their bodies too, was more stirring and exciting than anything I had ever s...
These instruments are now made in bulk and used by doctors and chemists all over France, while my father’s name is forgotten, but a hundred years ago the instruments de chimie designed at la Brûlonner...
There was some misunderstanding, she replied. Your uncle bought it through a friend. Mr. Bassat did not know who Uncle Joss was until we were settled in, and then he was not very pleased.
There was nothing for it but to sit in my usual place beside Mrs. Van Hopper while she, like a large, complacent spider, spun her wide net of tedium about the stranger's person. I think I've met Mrs....
There was no other sound except the husky wheezing of the clock in the hall and the sudden whirring note preparatory to the strike. It rang the hour – three o’clock – and then ticked on, choking and g...
Then he saw them. The gulls. Out there, riding the seas.What he had thought at first to be the white caps of the waves were gulls. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... They rose and fell in the t...
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 thought of sleep now was impossible. She was too wide awake, too alive in every nerve, and although the dislike and fear of her uncle was as strong as ever within her, a growing interest and curio...
The restlessness has gone, the indecision and also the great heights of exultation, the strange depths of desolation. I am secure now, and certain of myself. There is peace and contentment.
The poet’s insight into the unchanging spirit of humanity.… Insight was a good word. My father was great on insight. I had lived with him for twenty years and I ought to know. His intimate understandi...
The only time I got into trouble was when I forged M's signature on the weekly report we had to take home every Friday and take back to school again signed by one of our parents. The reason I did so w...
The house was a sepulcher, our fear and suffering lay buried in the ruins. There would be no resurrection.
The children left him and ran. A pathway led up through the close sapling oaks, and almost at the top of the ascent they encountered Mrs. Lewarne—Linnet. She too had a basket on her arm. Now Johnny mi...