Unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories
She knew few words and believed in none.
It's a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they d...
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him
I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. I like to walk up Fifth Aven...
Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a si...
He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.
Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
Ah, she cried, you look so cool. Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.You always look so cool, she repeated.She had told...
A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning.
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
It was a curious day, slashed abruptly with fleeting, familiar impressions.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
Why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you
Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was...
Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives.
Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.