Something had changed. He had journeyed—as on rare occasions a man must—till he stood behind right and wrong. On the banks of the grey torrent of life, love is the only flower.
She was parting from these Wilcoxes for the second time. Paul and his mother, ripple and great wave, had flowed into her life and ebbed out of it forever. The ripple had left no traces behind: the wav...
She was no dazzling exécutante; her runs were not at all like stings of pearls, an she struck no more right notes than was suitable for one of her age and situation. Nor was she the passionate young l...
She was appallingly narrow, but her consciousness of wider things gave to her narrowness a pathetic charm.
She strove in vain against the echoing walls of their civility.
Oh, what's the use of your fairmindedness if you never decide for yourself? Anyone gets hold of you and makes you do what they want. And you see through them and laugh at them - and do it. It's not en...
My conviction, says the mystic, gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it, and they had agreed that there was something beyond life’s daily grey.
Man, the flower of all flesh, the noblest of all creatures visible, man who had once made god in his image, and had mirrored his strength on the constellations, beautiful naked man was dying, strangle...
Lucy was slow to follow what people said, but quick enough to detect what they meant. She missed Cecil's epigram, but grasped the feeling that prompted it.
Love felt and returned, love which our bodies exact and our hearts have transfigured, love which is the most real thing that we shall ever meet, reappeared now as the world's enemy, and she must stifl...
Life's very difficult and full of surprises. At all events, I've got as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well,...
Let your ideas be second-hand, and if possible tenth-hand, for then they will be far removed from that disturbing element - direct observation. Do not learn anything about this subject of mine - the F...
Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.
It's better to be fooled than to be suspicious - that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil.
In his ordinary voice, so that she scarcely realized he was quoting poetry, he said:'From far, from eve and morning,And yon twelve-winded sky,The stuff of life to knit meBlew hither: here am I'George...
He was inaccurate because he was sensitive.
He longed for smut, but heard little and contributed less, and his chief indecencies were solitary.
He had said it bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things.
He had robbed the body of its taint, the world's taunts of their sting; he had shown her the holiness of direct desire.
But this is something new!' said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable.