I glanced out of the window, and it was like turning the page of a photograph album. Those roof-tops and that sea were mine no more. They belonged to yesterday, to the past.
I found this hardly comforting, and wondered if there was not some virtue in the quality of insincerity.
I felt rather exhausted, and wondered, rather shocked at my callous thought, why old people were sometimes such a strain. Worse than young children or puppies because one had to be polite.
I feel it's all wrong to be nervous, said Maria. I feel it's lack of confidence. One ought to go right ahead, never minding.Some people do, he said, but they're the duds. They are the ones that win pr...
I believe there is a theory that men and women emerge finer and stronger after suffering, and that to advance in this or any world we must endure ordeal by fire. This we have done in full measure, iro...
I am probably a dull man. Emotionally I have had no complications. I was engaged to a pretty girl, a neighbor, when I was twenty-five, but she married somebody else. It hurt at the time, but the wound...
How young and inexperienced I must have seemed, and how I felt it, too. One was too sensitive, too raw, there were thorns and pin-pricks in so many words that in reality fell lightly on air.
He was young and ardent in a hundred happy ways.
He wanted to lose the memory of that world; they wished to hold it
He settled himself with assurance behind the wheel and I climbed in beside him. As he turned the car away from the cathedral, and so out on to Rue Voltaire, he continued to enthuse in schoolboy fashio...
Dozing, she thought in retrospect how her life had been building up towards this moment, year in, year out, almost from alley days. That early training, as a cockney child, sharpened her wit and made...
Dogs that had been his which she had not known. There’s dear old Punch… (Punch, he used to tell her, always knew when his ship was due home, and waited at an upstairs window.) Naval officers riding do...
Does forty-two seem very old to you? he said.
Could time be all-dimensional—yesterday, today, tomorrow running concurrently in ceaseless repetition? Perhaps
No, Mary had no illusions about romance. Falling in love was a pretty name for it, that was all.
It was a mistake to separate us. We should have stayed together. Once a family breaks up and splits, it never comes together again. Not in the old way. If there had been a settled home to which we cou...
If I possessed the world, you should have it also.
I love the stillness of a room after a party. The chairs are moved, the cushions disarranged, everything is there to show that people enjoyed themselves; and one comes back to the empty room happy tha...
I listened—much as you’re listening now, Dick, but it wasn’t from curiosity, it was something more. I hated the thought of this world that must be lived in—the sordid pitiful lives of men and women, w...
I have asked your uncle, and he does not object, he says, if you are quiet-spoken and not a talker, and will give help when needed. He cannot give you money, or feed you for nothing, as you will under...