Mr. Kurtz lacked restraint in the gratification of his various lusts, that there was something wanting in him--some small matter which, when the pressing need arose, could not be found under his magni...
It was like a weary pilgrimage amongst hints for nightmares.
It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.
I have been very happy—very fortunate—very proud,' she went on. 'Too fortunate. Too happy for a little while. And now I am unhappy for—for life.
I have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced
I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life...
His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next.
Dark human shapes could be made out in the distance, flitting indistinctly against the gloomy border of the forest,
But there is an unholy fascination in systematic noise. He did not flee from it incontinently, as one might have expected him to do. He remained, astonished at himself for remaining, since nothing cou...
Besides holding our hearts together through long periods of separation, it had the effect of making us tolerant of each other's yarns--and even convictions.
And after all, one does not die of it. Die of what? I asked swiftly. Of being afraid.
And from right to left along the lighted shore moved a wild and gorgeous apparition of a woman. 'She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with...
Happiness happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.
This, let me remind you again, is a love story; you can see it by the imbecility, not a repulsive imbecility, the exalted imbecility of these proceedings, this station in torchlight, as if they had co...
هیچ ترسی در برابر گرسنگی تاب نمیآورد، هیچ صبری آن را از بین نمیبرد، جایی هم که گرسنگی باشد، نفرت موج میزند.
Of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.
Hot-tempered, but the sight of some nondescript and miry creature sitting cross-legged amongst a lot of loose straw, and swinging itself to and fro like a bear in a cage, made him pause. Then this tra...
Dreams are madness, my dear. It's things that happen in the waking world, while one is asleep, that one would be glad to know the meaning of.
You, too! it seemed to say, you, too, shall taste of that peace and that unrest in a searching intimacy with your own self - obscure as we were and as supreme in the face of all the winds andall the s...
You revolutionists' the other continued, with leisurely self-confidence, 'are the slaves of the social convention, which is afraid of you; slaves of it as much as the very police that stands up in the...