She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial thi...
She would not take more risks than she could help, and it was admiration, not love, that she wanted.
Some men, Flamel irresistibly added, think of books merely as tools, others as tooling. I'm between the two; there are days when I use them as scenery, other days when I want them as society; so that,...
And I know how names can alter the colour of beliefs.
Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.
Among all these stupid pretty women she had such a sense of power, of knowing almost everything better than they did.
Conservatives cherished it for being small and inconvenient, and thus keeping out the new people whom New York was beginning to dread and yet be drawn to
Each time you happen to me all over again.
For what were these ancient manipulators of ideas, prestidigitators of a vanished world of thought, but the forbears of the long line of theorists of whom Fulvia was the last inconscient mouthpiece? T...
Glennard did himself injustice. it was from the unexpected discovery of his own pettiness that he chiefly suffered. Our self-esteem is apt to be based on the hypothetical great act we have never had o...
He had built up within himself a kind of sanctuary in which she throned among his secret thoughts and longings. Little by little it became the scene of his real life, of his only rational activities;...
He had grown up among people to whom such emotions were unknown. The old Marquess's passion for his fields and woods was the love of the agriculturist and the hunter, not that of the naturalist or the...
Honorius Hatchard had been old Miss Hatchard's great-uncle; though she would undoubtedly have reversed the phrase, and put forward, as her only claim to distinction, the fact that she was his great-ni...
I couldn't have spoken like this yesterday, because when we've been apart, and I'm looking forward to seeing you, every thought is burnt up in a great flame. But then you come; and you're so much more...
I was just a screw or cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else.
Iar tu ai să stai lângă mine și o sa privim realitatea, nu închipuirile.
It is only because I am tired and have such odious things to think about, she kept repeating; and it seemed an added injustice that petty cares should leave a trace on the beauty which was her only de...
It was a sombre snowy afternoon, and the gas-lamps were lit in the big reverberating station. As he paced the platform, waiting for the Washington express, he remembered that there were people who tho...
Meanwhile everything matters — that concerns you.
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