In this interpretative light Mrs. Grancy acquired the charm which makes some women’s faces like a book of which the last page is never turned. There was always something new to read in her eyes.
He turned to me, full of a terrifying benevolence.
He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of its frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; but there was nothing unfriendly in his si...
He reviewed his friends marriages - the supposedly happy ones - and saw none that answered, even remotely, to the passionate and tender comradeship which he pictured as his permanent relation with May...
Everything about her was warm and soft and scented: even the stains of her grief became her as rain-drops do the beaten rose.
Because you're such a wonderful spectacle: I always like to see what you are doing.
But it seemed to him that the tie between husband and wife, if breakable in prosperity, should be indissoluble in misfortune.
Though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert.
Сюзи Бранч по мужски относилась к данному слову...
Нима тук никой не желае да знае истината, мистър Арчър? Да живееш сред тези добри хора, които искат от теб единствено да се преструваш — това е истинската самота!
The stoic’s carelessness of material things, combined with the epicurean’s pleasure in them.
Seemed like that moment of pause and arrest when the warm fluidity of youth is chilled into its final shape. He
Is probable that, like the illustrious author of the drama, all were unconscious of any incongruity between their sentiments and actions.
He saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together by ignorance on the one side and hypocrisy on the other.
Childish. Thereupon Filomena excused herself, that she might put a clean shirt on Jacopone, and Odo was left to his melancholy musings. His mind had of late run much on economic abuses; but what was a...
And once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but a voyage on uncharted seas.
A certain measure of contempt was attached to men who continued their philandering after marriage. In the rotation of crops there was a recognised season for wild oats; but they were not to be sown mo...
[W]hat with the hours dedicated to the law and those given to dining out or entertaining friends at home, with an occasional evening at the Opera or the play, the life he was living had still seemed a...
[The world] is not a pretty place; and the only way to keep a footing in it is to fight it on its own terms - and above all, my dear, not alone!
You might as well tell me there was nobody but Adam in the garden when Eve picked the apple. You say your wife was discontented? No woman ever knows she's discontented till some man tells her so. My G...