Because I want to; because I must; because now and forever more this is where I belong to be.
Aucun de nous n'a envie de revivre ce passé. Maxim moins que tout autre. Et c'est à vous, comprenez-le, de nous en détacher. Il ne faut pas nous y ramener.
And so, the Colonel was saying, the Mandate was handed over to the U.N. in May, and we were all out of the country by July 1st. To my mind we should have stayed. The whole thing has been a bloody nons...
And he went on eating his marmalade as though everything were natural.
An empty house can be as lonely as a full hotel he said at length.The trouble is that it is less impersonal.
All whispers and echoes from a past that is gone teem into the sleeper's brain, and he is with them, and part of them.
A solitary curlew stood pensively beside the stream, watching his reflection in the water; and then his long beak darted with incredible swiftness into the reeds, stabbing at the soft mud, and, turnin...
A mí se me nota todo en la cara; si me gusta alguien o no, si estoy enfadada o contenta. No me callo nunca.
A mock trial was set in motion, and the mayor Montlibert forced to interrogate the prisoners. It was obvious, even to someone like myself who knew nothing of the law, that none of the men had done wro...
A man’s jealousy is like a child’s, fitful and foolish, without depth. A woman’s jealousy is adult, which is very different.
A lilac had mated with a copper beech, and to bind them yet more closely to one another the malevolent ivy, always an enemy to grace, had thrown her tendrils about the pair and made them prisoners.
A girl can't live alone, Mary, without she goes queer in the head, or comes to evil. It's either one or the other.
A cloud, hitherto unseen, came upon the moon, and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face.The illusion went with it, and the lights in the windows were extinguished. I looked upon a desolate...
Кажется, существует теория, что страдания облагораживают людей, делают их сильнее и, чтобы шагнуть вперёд, мы должны пройти искус огнём. Этого нам досталось с лихвой, как ни иронически звучат мои слов...
If we killed women for their tongues all men would be murderers.
Somewhere there is a Dona of tomorrow, a Dona of the future, of ten years away, to whom all of this will be a thing to cherish, a thing to remember. Much will be forgotten then, perhaps, the sound of...
Women are not so, Philip. Their moods vary with the days and nights, sometimes even with the hours, just as a man’s can do. We are human, that is our failing.
The inevitable lorgnette, the enemy to other people's privacy.
Kindness, and sincerity, and if I may say so modesty are worth far more to a man, to a husband, than all the wit and beauty in the world.
Men and women emerge finer and stronger after suffering, and that to advance in this or any world we must endure ordeal by fire.