As he had once said to someone in England, though he did not care to remember whom, he had liked the sight of the sea because it represented his escape from England. And he had escaped.But she had sai...
And some people have the gift of speaking thetruth and convincing their listeners that it is a lie.
Miss Blanche Heyward, opera dancer, would have made a superlative drill sergeant if she had just been a man.
Two very different men, saying essentially the same thing—that the greatest catastrophe of her life was perhaps also its greatest blessing.
Happy? Most of the time? Happiness is always a fleeting thing," he said, "It never rests upon anyone as a permanent state, though many of us persist in believing in the foolish idea that if this would...
What she had
Usual look
Began
You have love all wrong, Gwendoline. It is not all give, give, give. It is taking as well. It is allowing the other one the pleasure and joy of giving. Let me love you.
Why would forgiveness be of any value if it were reserved only for forgivable offenses?
Why was it that silence sometimes felt like a physical thing with a weight of its own?
Why had peace given place so soon to turmoil? To two separate solitudes? Because peace had been without thought? Without...integrity?How could she have felt like that without love?Was love essential?D...
Where would we go?' she asked.'Far, far away.' His eyes dipped to her lips when she moistened them with her tongue.'Ah.' Her voice was a breathless whisper. 'The very best place to go.
They were all true today but tomorrow they would be a little less so and next week less so again. It was in the nature of strong emotion that it faded away over time.
They knew only how to see what was wrong in their lives and in the world and never what was right. And that was precisely what she was doing now when thinking of them, Gwen realized with a mental shak...
There was something different about his face. It was not quite smiling, but the disciplined austerity had somehow gone from it. It was as though he had allowed some of himself to come out from that pl...
There must be something terribly wrong with her, Camille thought, that she could neither feel nor attract love. Was it possible that her quest for perfection had somehow deadened an essential part of...
She would try to paint. She would always try, for the road to perfection held an irresistible lure, even if the destination remained always tantalizingly just beyond the farthest horizon.
She wanted so badly to believe him. She sat on the edge of her bed and closed her eyes. And she realized what had been happening to her over the past weeks. He had been turning—so gradually that she h...
She looked at him, her eyes brimming with laughter again. Joel sat gazing at her, wondering how much attention she was drawing from the other occupants of the room. But, however much it was, she seeme...