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...
He had not forgiven her and doubted that he ever would or could. And during his own brief visit to her and the meeting at last evening’s ball she had shown no sign of wishing forgiveness.
He had always felt that he lived on the edges of life, Constantine realized, watching everyone else living, sometimes helping them do it.
He asked me not to kill myself - asked, not told. His wife had done that, he told me, and it was in a sense the ultimate act of selfishness since it left behind untold and endless suffering for those...
Have you noticed, she asked him, how we live much of our lives in the past and most of the rest of it in the future? Have you noticed how often the present moment slips by quiet unnoticed?
—Ese es el inconveniente de los sueños, [...]No siempre se hacen realidad. Pero siempre aparecen nuevos sueños con los que reemplazar los antiguos. En el fondo somos una especie llena de esperanza.
The slightest noise,
Your father is your f-father regardless, Agnes. Birth and b-breeding do not always depend upon small matters like who provided the seed.
Would she be able to bear never seeing him again? Never in this life?
Why is it we are not constantly awed by the size and majesty of the universe? Habit, he said. We are accustomed to it. I suppose if we had been blind from birth—in both eyes—and could suddenly see, we...
When we last out at ourselves for having lost control, we are reminded that we never can be in total control, that all life asks of us is to do our best to cope with what is handed to us.
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 only thing over which we have any control whatsoever is the very next decision we make.
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...
Maybe they do not have a breaking point. But even if they do, do you care, Abby?
La felicidad es siempre algo pasajero, fugaz. Nunca es un estado permanente para nadie aun que muchos perseveramos en creer la tonta idea de que si ocurriera esto o aquello seríamos felices el resto d...
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.