I am a woman and my business is to hold things together.My business is to tear them apart.
His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.
Many times he had tried unsuccessfully to let go his hold on her. They had many fine times together, fine talks between the loves of the white nights, but always when he turned away from her into hims...
Then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses.
Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her;If you can bounce high, bounce for her too,Till she cry Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover,I must have you!
The rich get richer and the poor get - children.
Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances.
I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.
I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.
Experience is not worth the getting. It's not a thing that happens pleasantly to a passive you--it's a wall that an active you runs up against.
Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!
Writers aren't exactly people they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person.
Grow up and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.
One should ... be able to see things as hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.
I became bored - that was all. Boredom, which is another name and a frequent disguise for vitality, became the unconscious motive of all my acts.
The best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.
One of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax.
There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.