The eyes themselves were the eyes of a writer, always a little tired in expression.
Stephen, why are you shivering?''I don't know, my darling.''Mary, why are you crying?''I don't know, Stephen.'p424
For at moments such is the blindness and folly, yet withal the redeeming glory of love.
Why should this girl have crossed Stephen’s path, or indeed Stephen hers, if it came to that matter? Was not the world large enough for them both? Perhaps not — or perhaps the event of their meeting h...
What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their hom...
Susan glanced down and smiled. ‘Go away, Sieglinde,’ she said, giving her a push. It’s food, not me, you fraud!’ Sieglinde regained her balance with the dexterity of a tight-rope walker. She sighed an...
And so blinded was she by those gleams of glory which the stars fling into the eyes of young lovers, that she saw perfection where none existed... p146
Alf caught the child and gave him to Father. She was gripping Coral, thrusting her out. Willing, anxious hands were holding a blanket. She was trying to make the boy Walter jump too. But the children...
This thing seems more dreadful than anything else that has ever happened, more utterly dreadful — but you’ll find that it will pass and be completely forgotten —
As things turned out her choice had been happy, for seldom had two people loved more than they did; they loved with an ardour undiminished by time; as they ripened, so their love ripened with them.
Writing, it was like a heavenly balm, it was like the flowing out of deep waters, it was like the lifting of a load from the spirit; it brought with it a sense of relief, of assuagement. One could say...
Ugly, degrading, rather terrible half-truths... It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence... Their hearts ached while their lips formed recriminat...
Strange it is, but unforgettable moments are often connected with very small happenings, happenings that assume fictitious proportions, especially
So now Stephen must actually learn at first hand hwo straight can run the path of true love, in direct contradiction to the time-honoured proverb. Must realize more clearly than ever, that love is onl...
AWAKENING To open both your drowsy eyes, To stretch your limbs and realise That day is here. To watch the dancing, shifting beam Of sun, awake yet half in dream, Uncertain if the fitful gleam Be far o...
What remained? Loneliness, or worse still, far worse because it so deeply degraded the spirit, a life of perpetual subterfuge, of guarded opinions and guarded actions, of lies of omission if not of sp...
The sorrows of childhood are mercifully passing, for it is only when maturity has rendered soil mellow that grief will root very deeply. Stephen’s
An ungentlemanly war it will be,' he grumbled. 'Will I lead my men with a sword? Ah, but no! I will lead my men with a dirty revolver in my hand. Parbleu! Such is modern warfare! A machine could do th...
To her it seemed an inevitable thing as much a part of herself as her breathing; and yet it appeared transcendent of self, and she looked up and onwards towards her love--for the eyes of the young are...