She pronounced the word married as if her voice caressed it. It seemed a rustling covert leading to enchanted glades.
She had taken everything else from him, and now she meant to take the one thing that made up for it all.
She clutched her manuscript, carrying it tenderly through the crowd, like a live thing that had been hurt.
Poor May! he said.Poor? Why poor? she echoed with a strained laugh.Because I shall never be able to open a window without worrying you, he rejoined, laughing also.For a moment she was silent; then she...
Lady Brightlingsea considered it her duty to fish out of this out darkness, and drag for a moment into the light, any person or obligation entitled to fix her husband's attention; but they always fade...
It was amusement enough to be with a group of fearless and talkative girls, who said new things in a new language, who were ignorant of tradition and unimpressed by distinctions of rank; but it was so...
In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs; as
His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.
He and she belonged to each other for always: he understood that now. The impulse which had first drawn them together again, in spite of reason, in spite of themselves almost, that deep-seated instinc...
From whatever angle he viewed their dawning intimacy, he could not see it as part of her scheme of life; and to be the unforeseen element in a career so accurately planned was stimulating even to a ma...
Don't they always go from bad to worse? There's no turning back--yourold self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart
Life is either always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods.
High PastureCome up--come up: in the dim vale belowThe autumn mist muffles the fading trees,But on this keen hill-pasture, though the breezeHas stretched the thwart boughs bare to meet the snow,Night...
Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving toward the watcher on the shore.
О, благословенная нравственная свобода, которую дарует богатство!
The same quality of making other standards non-existent by ignoring them. This attribute was common to most of Lily's set: they had a force of negation which eliminated everything beyond their own ran...
You mustn't tell your dreams. Miss Testvalley says nothing bores people so much as being told other people's dreams. Nan said nothing, but an iron gate seemed to clang shut in her - the gate that was...
You gave me my first glimpse of a real life, and at the same moment you asked me to go on with a sham one. It's beyond human enduring--that's all.
Why could one never do a natural thing without having to screen it behind a structure of artifice?