What do you not have, Lord Hardford? she asked. For no one has everything, you know, or even nearly everything.
There is no such thing as time. There is only our reaction to the inexorable progress of life.
The ugliness at the heart of beauty. Is there always ugliness, do you suppose? Even when the object is very, very beautiful?
The ladies perhaps had the advantage in the sheer size of
Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.
She was not sure that her deafness had strengthened her character. She was not even sure she had met a challenge. A silent world was as natural to her as a noisy one must be to them, she reflected. Bu...
One should love from a position of wholeness. One should have a firm and rich sense of self no matter what. For there is always pain—it cannot be avoided in this life, more’s the pity. But pain should...
Life has kicked us in the teeth, Abby, and I am about to kick back. Hard.
It is just that . . . I think you are worth knowing, though I cannot be sure.
I think
How dare he give her no opportunity to ignore him?
Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.
Each, for me, has its own charms, though none can be considered strictly perfect adaptations.
Besides, he said, I had another reason for coming, one that will delight you, I believe, as you have been pestering me for years. I wanted you to meet Miss Goddard, the lady I plan one day soon, when...
And I need you, my love, he said. I need you so much that I panic when I think that perhaps I will not be able to persuade you to come back with me to Enfield. I need you so much that I cannot quite c...
Adaptamos nuestra vida a las circunstancias y cogemos la felicidad donde la encontramos, aun cuando sólo sea en momentos pasajeros. O hacemos eso o nos perdemos la oportunidad de aceptar la gracia en...
[...] a pearl probably does not look so very remarkable either while it is still hidden inside its shell.
You will find that wanting, even loving, is not enough.
You must be a good girl. Yes, Uncle, she said. A pity, though, he said. His assets and mine combined, Cass. Ah, well, Mr. Westhaven will be a baron one day, though the present baron is said to be in...
What sort of man could you love for a lifetime? he asked her.She was silent for a while. He guessed that she was considering her answer. A kind man, she said. When we are young and foolish we do not r...