Occasionally we all do wrong things from right motives. Only time can prove us right or wrong. The past is the past. Nothing can change it now, and who is to say that it was all wrong, anyway?
Now was the time for now. Now was one of those rare and precious moments with which one was gifted from time to time. That was all it was. A moment. But it was one to be enjoyed to the full while it l...
Maybe they do not have a breaking point. But even if they do, do you care, Abby?
Life is fraught with risks,
I will love you all my life and even beyond that, he said. You will always be my only love.
I like your voice. That sounds ridiculously lame, I know. But when you cannot see, Miss Fry, sound and the other senses become far more acute. Normally one likes the look of someone to whom one feels...
I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.
Had he healed one wound only to open another?
But if one had everything one could ever need or want, what was left to dream of?
There is nothing worse, is there, she said, than a past that has never been fully dealt with. One can convince oneself, that it is all safely in the past and forgotten about, but the very fact that we...
The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.
The longing for something beyond yourself, beyond anything you have ever known or dreamed of?
Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it.
Painting for him, she had realized then, was neither a hobby nor just a way of earning a living. It was a passion and a compulsion. In a certain sense it was who he was. She envied him. She had never...
My life will be what I make it, he told her. That is true for all of us all the time. We cannot know what the future will bring or how the events of the future will make us feel. We cannot even plan a...
It is impossible, he said, to put a label upon remembered feelings. They are colored too much by all our subsequent experiences.
I do not wish to sit for a portrait, Mr. Cunningham, the elder Miss Westcott informed him. I will do so only to please my grandmother. But I do not want to hear any nonsense about capturing my essence...
I came, he said.Good Lord! If there were an orator-of-the-year award, he would be in dire danger of winning it.
He wished he understood women better. It was a well-known fact that they did not mean half of what they said.But which half did they mean?
He had always felt that he lived on the edges of life, Constantine realized, watching everyone else living, sometimes helping them do it.