Too late, too late, your love gave me life. Here am I the creature you made through your loving; by your passion you created the thing that I am. Who are you to deny me the right to love? But for you...
The grey of a bitter, starved-looking morning. The town like a mortally wounded creature, torn by shells, gashed open by bombs. Dead streets - streets of death - death in streets and their houses; yet...
No one is useless who can pray, my sister.
Love is the sweetest monotony that was ever conceived of by the Creator.
But her mother had looked at her curiously, gravely, puzzled by this creature who seemed all contradictions - at one moment so hard, at another so gentle, gentle to tenderness, even. Anna had been sti...
I cannot protect you, Mary, the world has deprived me of my right to protect; I am utterly helpless, I can only love you.
Nothing appears to succeed like success in a world that is principally made up of failure.
But her eyes would look cold, though her voice might be gentle, and herhand when it fondled would be tentative, unwilling. The hand would bemaking an effort to fondle, and Stephen would be conscious o...
There is something that mankind can never destroy in spite of an unreasoning will to destruction, and this is its own idealism, that integral part of its very being.
The world would condemn but they would rejoice; glorious outcasts, unashamed, triumphant!
She took what she gave and she gave what she took, yes, but sometimes she gave just a little bit more – and that little bit more is the whole art of teaching, the whole art of living, in fact, and Mis...
You're neither unnatural, nor abominable, nor mad; you're as much a part of what people call nature as anyone else; only you're unexplained as yet--you've not got your niche in creation. But some day...
Pat's been deserted -- have you heard that, darling? Do you think she'll take the veil or cocaine or something?
My dear, don't be foolish, there's nothing strange about you, someday you may meet a man you can love. And supposing you don't, well, what of it, Stephen? Marriage isn't the only career for a woman.
But Pierre, who like all who have known the sea was a child at heart, broke into loud exclamations
The ageing and the cynical may make wars, but the young and the idealistic must fight them, and thus there are bound to come quick reactions, blind impulses not always comprehended. Men will curse as...
Inside the Mousery the smell was overpowering, but it is doubtful if any of the three noticed it. Down the center of the single long room ran a brick path on either side of which were shelves three de...
But do try to remember this: even the world’s not so black as it’s painted.
If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours.
I want you to be wise for your own sake, Stephen, because at the best life requires great wisdom. I want you to learn to make friends of your books; someday you may need them, because – ’ He hesitated...