To begin with, I hate these new-fangled intermediate meals. Why can't people eat enough at luncheon to last till dinner?
She was like some rare flower grown for exhibition, a flower from which every bud had been nipped except the crowning blossom of her beauty.
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...
Little by little it became the scene of his real life, of his only rational activities; thither he brought the books he read, the ideas and feelings which nourished him, his judgments and his visions....
Undine was fiercely independent and yet passionately imitative. She wanted to surprise every one by her dash and originality, but she could not help modelling herself on the last person she met, and t...
She was something he knew he had missed: the flower of life.
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.
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...
The provocation in her eyes increased his amusement—he had not supposed she would waste her powder on such small game; but perhaps she was only keeping her hand in; or perhaps a girl of her type had n...
Was it love, she wondered, or a mere fortuitous combination of happy thoughts and sensations?
She would not have put herself out so much to say so little.
She lay for a long time listening to the mysterious sounds given forth by old houses at night, the undefinable creakings, rustlings, and sighings, which would have frightened Virginia had she remained...
There is someone I must say goodbye to. Oh, not you - we are sure to see each other again - but the Lily Bart you knew. I have kept her with me all this time, but now we are going to part, and I have...
Some human happiness is a landlocked lake; but the Grancys’ was an open sea, stretching a buoyant and inimitable surface to the voyaging interests of life. There was room to spare on those waters for...
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...
She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because once, when she asked you to, you'd given up the thing you most wanted.
But it seemed to him that the tie between husband and wife, if breakable in prosperity, should be indissoluble in misfortune.
This conversation revealed to Odo a third conception of the religious idea. In Piedmont religion imposed itself as a military discipline, the enforced duty of the Christian citizen to the heavenly sta...
Everything about her was warm and soft and scented: even the stains of her grief became her as rain-drops do the beaten rose.
The stoic’s carelessness of material things, combined with the epicurean’s pleasure in them.
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