Does no one want to know the truth here, Mr. Archer? The real loneliness is living among all these kind of people who only ask one to pretend!
Cât de mult se vor putea cunoaște unul pe altul, când datoria lui de om cumsecade era să nu-i destăinuie trecutul, iar a ei, ca fată de măritat, să nu aibă nici un fel de trecut de ascuns?
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
Life makes ugly faces at us sometimes, I know.
What right had she to dream the dreams of loveliness?
His own exclamation: Women should be free—as free as we are, struck to the root of a problem that it was agreed in his world to regard as nonexistent. Nice women, however wronged, would never claim th...
His life, for years past, had been mainly a succession of resigned adaptations, and he had learned, before dealing practically with his embarrassments, to extract from most of them a small tribute of...
Folly is as often justified of her children as wisdom.
A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.
That Greiner house, now—a typical rung in the social ladder! The man who built it came from a MILIEU where all the dishes are put on the table at once. His facade is a complete architectural meal; if...
Isn't it natural that I should belittle all the things I can't offer you?
There was no sense of guilt in her now, but only a desperate desire to defend her secret from irreverent eyes, and begin life again among people to whom the harsh code of the village was unknown.
You idiot! said his wife, and threw down her cards.
True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.
Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths.
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.
A man doesn't know till he tries it how killing uncongenial work is, and how it destroys the power of doing what one's fit for, even if there's time for both.
It's more real to me here than if I went up," he suddenly heard himself say; and the fear lest that last shadow of reality should lose its edge kept him rooted to his seat as the minutes succeeded eac...
She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves.
But she saw that his eyes, which were sand-colored like his face, and sandy-lashed, had found another occupation. They were fixed on Conchita Closson, who sat opposite to him; they rested on her unbli...