And he could only follow the shadowy pantomime of their silhouettes
And I know how names can alter the colour of beliefs.
Why do you do this to me? she cried. Why do you make the things I have chosen seem hateful to me, if you have nothing to give me instead?No, I have nothing to give you instead, he said, sitting up and...
Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?
What she craved and really felt herself entitled to was a situation in which the noblest attitude should also be the easiest.
What could he and she really know of each other, since it was his duty, as a decent fellow, to conceal his past from her, and hers, as a marriageable girl, to have no past to conceal.
What are the Italians of today but men tricked out in women's finery, when they should be waiting full-armed to rally at the first signal of revolt? Oh, for the day when a poet shall arise who dares t...
Well--there it was, and the fault was doubtless neither hers nor his, but that of the world they had grown up in, of their own moral contempt for it and physical dependence on it, of his half-talents...
They say New Yorkers are always in a hurry; but I can't say as they've hurried much to make our acquaintance.
They had never before avowed their inclination so openly, and Ethan, for a moment, had the illusion that he was a free man, wooing the girl he meant to marry. He looked at her hair and longed to touch...
They belonged to that vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.
These personages, grouped about the toilet-table where the Countess sat under the hands of a Parisian hairdresser, were picturesquely relieved against the stucco panelling and narrow mirrors of the ap...
These Americans, under their forthcoming manner, their surface-gush, as some might call it, have an odd reticence about what goes on underneath.
There were in her at the moment two beings, one drawing deep breaths of freedom and exhilaration, the other gasping for air in a little black prison-house of fears.
There are only four great arts: music, painting, sculpture, and ornamental pastry - architecture being the least banal derivative of the latter.
Their long years together had shown him that it did not so much matter if marriage was a dull duty, as long as it kept the dignity of a duty: lapsing from that, it became a mere battle of ugly appetit...
The sudden heat of his tone made her colour mount again, not with a rush, but gradually, delicately, like the reflection of a thought stealing slowly across her heart.
The stillness was so profound that he heard a little animal twittering somewhere near by under the snow. It made a small frightened cheep like a field mouse, and he wondered languidly if it were hurt....
The only way to not think about money is to have a great deal of it.You might as well say that the only way not to think about air is to have enough to breathe.
The one thing that astonished him now was that he should have stood for five minutes arguing with her across the width of the room, when just touching her made everything so simple.