I am beginning to ramble. It is evening. The sea is golden, speckled with white points of light, lapping with a sort of mechanical self-satisfaction under a pale green sky. How huge it is, how empty,...
How mysterious night and day are, this endless procession off dark and light....I think such sad thoughts - of people in trouble and afraid, all lonely people all prisoners.
Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
He felt as if he were under an intolerable physical strain, as if his body were likely at any moment to fly to pieces. Other strange physical symptoms came to trouble him. An unpleasant odour lingered...
He could feel the pain of her heart beating strongly against his own.
Happy is the civilization which can breed men accustomed from infancy to regard certain at least of the ego's natural activities as unthinkable.
Dora watched him for a while, nervously, and then returned to scanning the whole group. Seeing them all together like that she felt excluded and aggressive, and Noel's exhortations came back to her. T...
And do stop sneezing. It annoys me so much when people sneeze.
A love without reservation ought to be a life force compelling the world into order and beauty. But that love can be so strong and yet so entirely powerless is what breaks the heart.
A less courageous person would have felt that it was too late, they would have felt ashamed, they would think wellI don't want this, I know I shall hate it, it's all wrong, but I'm so involved now I'l...
The most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one's luck.
Thinking about the misery of the world is a favourite contemporary occupation. and if you can't think the television set will think for you.
Sozzled
Well, we all three loved and comforted each other. We were poorish and lonely and awkward together.
This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart...
Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
I hate solitude, but I'm afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company which I n...
Every night is an imitation of death. Without that I would have killed myself long ago.’ She
Encontrar a alguien inagotable es simplemente la definición del amor.