He could see her planting violets on his grave, a solitary figure in a grey cloak. What a ghastly tragedy. A lump came to his throat. He became quite emotional thinking of his own death. He would have...
A new day was starting, the things of the garden were not concerned with our troubles. A blackbird ran across the rose-garden to the lawns in swift, short rushes, stopping now and again to stab at the...
You understand now... how simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten.
You look very pretty, said my mother at last, opening the conversation. And how do you like being the wife of a master glass-maker here at Rougemont? Well enough, replied Cathie, but I find it rather...
Then I was glad of the presence of Jake near to me at all times, for a horror would come upon me because of the vast solitude of space and the solitary splendor of the regions where we were drifting;...
The soft humidity of the evening, so pleasant to walk about in earlier, had turned to rain. The strolling tourists had melted away. One or two people hurried by under umbrellas. This is what the inhab...
The rest of the little party had moved away, embarrassed, distressed, unwilling witnesses of what appeared to be an excess of faith.
She wondered if this was how a ship felt when the security of harbor was left behind. No vessel could feel more desolate than she did, not even if the wind thundered in the rigging and the sea licked...
One was too sensitive,too raw,there were thorns and pin-pricks in so many words that in reality fell lightly on the air.
Marriage and piracy do not go together.
I did so obediently, and waited for her approval.
But the point is this, monsieur, explained the patron, the reason why madame complains of you, is not because of the immorality in itself; but because, so she tells me, you make immorality delicious.
The routine of life goes on, whatever happens, we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit.
Are you happy?I am content.What is the difference?Between happiness and contentment? Ah, there you have me. It is not easy to put into words. Contentment is a state of mind and body when the two work...
We can never go back again that much is certain. The past is still too close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again and that sense of fear of furtive unrest......
Whoever lived within its walls, whatever trouble there was and strife, however much uneasiness and pain, no matter what tears were shed, what sorrows borne, the peace of Manderley could not be broken...
What a moment to bring a child into the world, that summer of ’93, the first year of the Republic; with the Vendée in revolt, the country at war, the traitorous Girondins endeavoring to bring down the...
We were dreamers, both of us, unpractical, reserved, full of great theories never put to test, and like all dreamers, asleep to the waking world. Disliking our fellow men, we craved affection; but shy...
Watch that boy. He's going to startle somebody someday.
Then men were not dependent upon women after all, as she had thought—women were dependent upon men. Boys were frail, boys cried, boys were tender, boys were helpless. Mary Anne knew this, because she...