So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.
No, that was my privilege.
Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.
I am not so sure I should like the facts of life, but I have got over the bitter disappointment I felt when I first heard about them,...
Topaz was wonderfully patient - but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience, but also a faint resemblance to cows.
Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.
Oh, it was an artful place--it must make people who have money want to spend it madly!
It isn't a bit of use my pretending I'm not crying, because I am... Pause to mop up. Better now.Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.
He stood staring into the wood for a minute, then said: What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?He sounded faintly sad. Perhaps...
A thousand pounds for clothes--when on thinks how long poor people could live on it! When one thinks how long we could live on it, for that matter!
My imagination longs to dash ahead and plan developments; but I have noticed that when things happen in one's imagination, they never happen in one's life.
Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.
Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.
But I can't see how anyone could believe that you killed the bear with a pitchfork,' I said.'I didn't. I only wounded it - badly, I think, but not enough to put it out of action. It came blundering to...
I suddenly knew that religion, God - something beyond everyday life - was there to be found, provided one is really willing. And I saw that though what I felt in the church was only imagination, it wa...
Is that branch worrying you? Simon asked her. Would you like to change places? I hope you wouldn’t because your hair looks so nice against the leaves
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.
I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.
Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.
Certain unique books seem to be without forerunners or successors as far as their authors are concerned. Even though they may profoundly influence the work of other writers, for their creator they're...