Mr. Gryce was like a merchant whose warehouses are crammed with an unmarketable commodity.
It's a hundred years since we've met - it may be another hundred before we meet again.
It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now
It was the old New York way, of taking life 'without effusion of blood''; the way of people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency about courage, and who considered that nothing was...
It is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be
I had the sense that the deeper meaning of the story was in the gaps.
I felt there was no one as kind as you; no one who gave me reasons that I understood for doing what at first seemed so hard and--unnecessary.
I believe it IS a vice, almost, to read such a book as the ‘Letters,’ said Mrs. Touchett. It’s the woman’s soul, absolutely torn up by the roots — her whole self laid bare; and to a man who evidently...
Her grey hair was arranged with precision, and her clothes looked excessively new and yet slightly old-fashioned. They were always black and tightly fitting, with an expensive glitter: she was the kin...
Chapter 1 Selden paused in surprise. In the afternoon rush of the Grand Central Station his eyes had been refreshed
But least is he who, with enchanted eyesFilled with high visions of fair shapes to be,Muses which god he shall immortalizeIn the proud Parian’s perpetuity,
Если человек отказывает себе во всем, это отравляет его здоровье и характер. (Элли Вандерлин - Сюзи Бранч)
A sense of having been decoyed by some world-old conspiracy into this bondage of body and soul filled her with despair. If marriage was the slow life-long acquittal of a debt contracted in ignorance,...
The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears.
She likes being good, and I like being happy.
Imagination WAS the eagle that devoured Prometheus!
He mused, thinking of his son as the spokesman of the new generation which had swept away all the old landmarks, and with them the sign-posts and the danger-signal.
Will-power, he saw, was not a thing one could suddenly decree oneself to possess. It must be built up imperceptibly and laboriously out of a succession of small efforts to meet definite objects, out o...
They stood together in the gloom of the spruces, an empty world glimmering about them wide and gray under the stars
The contrast to his life of subjection at Donnaz; the precocious initiation into motives that tainted the very fount of filial piety; the taste of this mingled draught of adulation and disillusionment...