Now his imagination spun about the hand as about the edge of a vortex; but still he made no effort to draw nearer. He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that w...
E ora mea favorită... nu e și a dumitale?
When such things happened it was undoubtedly foolish of the man, but somehow always criminal of the woman. All the elderly ladies whom Archer knew regarded any woman who loved imprudently as necessari...
It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.
Să emigreze! Parcă un gentleman ar putea să-și părăsească patria!
You asked me just now for the truth---well, the truth about any girl is that once she’s talk about she’s done for; and the more she explains her case the worse it looks.
The change will do you good, she said simply, when he had finished; and you must be sure to go and see Ellen, she added, looking him straight in the eyes with her cloudless smile, and speaking in the...
She longed to be to him something more than a piece of sentient prettiness, a passing diversion to his eye and brain.
It was thus, Archer reflected, that New York managed its transitions; conspiring to ignore them till they were well over, and then, in all good faith, imagining that they had taken place in a precedin...
An unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of Engli...
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.
Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ash...
Marriage is one long sacrifice.
If I were shabby no one would have me: a woman is asked out as much for her clothes as for herself.
... e o fată delicioasă: n-am mai văzut o a doua ființă atât de deșteaptă și de draguță. Ești tare îndrăgostit de ea?Newland Archer râse roșind:- Cât poate fi un bărbat.
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
She was the subject creature, and versed in the arts of the enslaved.
He had a confused sense that she must have cost a great deal to make, that a great many dull and ugly people must, in some mysterious way, have been sacrificed to produce her.
He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.