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...
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.
I thought if I told no one it might not be true.
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...
I prayed, but the words fell to the ground meaning nothing.
At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.
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.
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...
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 I’ll look back at him because I shan’t be able to help it, remembering about being young, and about being made love to and making love, about pain and dancing and not being afraid of death, about...
Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.
She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.
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...
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...
Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.
What I see is nothing - I want what it hides - that is not nothing.
There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.
Not that she objected to solitude. Quite the contrary. She had books, thank Heaven, quantities of books. All sorts of books.
But why do you want to talk to me?' He is going to say: 'Because you look so kind,' or 'Because you look so beautiful and kind,' or, subtly, 'Because you look as if you'll understand....' He says: 'Be...