For the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either give or take sympathy--even some of the bitter and dangerous voluptuousness of...
Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed.But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will r...
There is a porter at the door and at the reception-desk a grey-haired woman and a sleek young man.'I want a room for tonight.''A room? A room with bath?'I am still feeling ill and giddy. I say confide...
I prayed, but the words fell to the ground meaning nothing.
One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.
When trouble comes, close ranks
I am the only real truth I know.
Left alone, Miss Verney felt so old, lonely and helpless that she began to cry. No builder would tackle that shed, not for any price she could afford. But crying relieved her and she soon felt quite c...
At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.
Saved, rescued, but not quite so good as new...
As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flow...
He says: ’For me, you see, I look at life like this: someone had come to me and asked me if I wished to be born I think I should have answered No. I’m sure I should have answered No. But no one asked...
Vain, silly creature. Made for loving? Yes, but she'll have no lover, for I don't want her and she'll see no other.
She spent the foggy day in endless, aimless walking, for it seemed to her that if she moved quickly enough she would escape the fear that hunted her. It was a vague and shadowy fear of something cruel...
She had a sweet voice, a voice with a warm and tender quality. This was strange, because her face was cold, as though warmth and tenderness were dead in her.
And then the days came when I was alone.
What I see is nothing - I want what it hides - that is not nothing.
I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.
I hope that gay gentleman will be safe.
There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.