خوشحالم که به دنیا آمدهام. انسان هرقدر آدم کماهمیتی باشد، اگر خودش خوش باشد همین دلیل خوبی بر لزوم وجود اوست.
«چرا حالا نمیتوانیم دوست باشیم؟ این چیزی است که من میخواهم و چیزی است که تو میخواهی.»ولی اسبها این را نمیخواستند و از هم جدا شدند؛ زمین نیز این را نمیخواست، زیرا در راهشان صخرههایی قرار داده بو...
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a...
She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.
It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love i...
If you let yourself go I am sure you are sensible. . . . You are inclined to get muddled, if I may judge from last night. Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not under...
Her life, he saw, was without meaning. To what purpose was her diplomacy, her insincerity, her continued repression of vigour? Did they make any one better or happier? Did they even bring happiness to...
Every little trifle, for some reason, does seem incalculably important today, and when you say of a thing that 'nothing hangs on it,' it sounds like blasphemy. There's never any knowing—(how am I to p...
Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanized the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the phil...
By God, if you'd split on me to Mr Ducie, I'd have broken you. It might have cost me hundreds, but I've got them, and the police always back my sort against yours. You don't know. We'd have got you in...
But man is an odd, sad creature as yet, intent on pilfering the earth, and heedless of the growths within himself. He cannot be bored about psychology. He leaves it to the specialist, which is as if h...
And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one anothe...
I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
The historian records, but the novelist creates.
There were letters for her at the bureau-one from her brother, full of athletics and biology; one from her mother, delightful as only mother's letters could be. She had read in it of the crocuses whic...
There has been, is, and always will be every conceivable type of person.
Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.
The second dream is more difficult to convey. Nothing happened. He scarcely saw a face, scarcely heard a voice say, That is your friend, and then it was over, having filled him with beauty and taught...
People turned out to be alive. Hitherto he had supposed that they were what he pretended to be — flat pieces of cardboard stamped with a conventional design — but as he strolled about the courts at ni...
Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.