We shall meet, but as strangers. It is the end of an era. A whole part of my life is torn away.
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved
Most friendships are a sort of frozen and undeveloping semi-hostility.
Don't tease me. Everything wounds me now except perfect kindness.
The trouble with people nowadays is they don't know how to do nothing.
So was she on the side of dragons and indifferent to the fate of princesses?
Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
He wanted to be a universal man . . . and I suppose that isn't possible now. He belongs in fifteenth-century Italy. This age doesn't suit him.
And all the time my very soul would travel with her, invisible and crying soundlessly with pain. I had acquired a dimension of suffering which would poison and devour my whole being, as far as I could...
Trains induce such terrible anxiety. They image the possibility of total and irrevocable failure. They are also dirty, rackety, packed with strangers, an object lesson in the foul contingency of life:...
There is a time limit to how long a spirited young person can be kept in cold storage.
Sometimes I feel I am crammed with demons.
Nothing will bring me peace except revenge.
He suffers terribly all the time. He lives in fire.
There is a kind of despair involved in creation which I am sure any artist knows all about. In art, as in morality, great things go by the board because at the crucial moment we blink our eyes. When i...
The unspoken words trembled in the air.
One can be too ingenious in trying to search out the truth. Sometimes one must simply respect its veiled face. Of course this is a love story.
I adore your jealousy, especially when it's so misplaced. I expect Shakespeare wrote a sonnet about that.
He was glad that he had expressed to her, however blunderingly, what he felt. He was glad that he had held her hand.
Eccentrics with unseeing eyes glided through, savouring amid so much society their own particular loneliness and private sins and sorrows.