The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from Neutral Tones)
Teach me to live, that I may dreadThe grave as little as my bed.Teach me to die…
Only a wall divided him from those happy young contemporaries of his with whom he shared a common mental life; men who had nothing to do from morning till night but to read, mark, learn, and inwardly...
Oak had nothing finished and ready to say as yet, and not being able to frame love phrases which end where they begin; passionate tales——Full of sound and fury—signifying nothing—he said no word at al...
Love, though added emotion, is substracted capacity
It may have been observed that there is no regular path for getting outof love as there is for getting in. Some people look upon marriage as ashort cut that way, but it has been known to fail.
I want to question my belief, so that what is left after I have questioned it, will be even stronger.
I don't see why a maid should take a husband when she's bold enough to fight her own battles,
I am not a fool, you know, although I am a woman, and have my woman’s moments.
Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could reproduce them mentally with ease: and now, as they again confronted him, clothed with colour and life, they sent an aura over hi...
But some women only require an emergency to make them fit for one.
A man's body is as the shell, or the tablet, of his soul, as he is reserved or ingenuous, overflowing or self-contained.
The figure near at hand suffers on such occasions, because it shows up its sorriness without shade; while vague figures afar off are honored, in that their distance makes artistic virtues of their sta...
Good but not religious-good.
Deeds of endurance, which seem ordinary in philosophy, are rare in conduct.
Why didn’t you tell me there was danger? Why didn’t you warn me? Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks; but I never had the chance of discovering i...
What is it, Angel? she said, starting up. Have they come for me?Yes, dearest, he said. They have come.It is as it should be, she murmured. Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not h...
To sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind. I would deceive her, And so leave her, But ah!...
They spoke very little of their mutual feeling; pretty phrases and warm expressions being probably unnecessary between such tried friends. Theirs was that substantial affection which arises (if any ar...
Theirs was that substantial affection which arises (if any arises at all) when the two who are thrown together begin first by knowing the rougher sides of each other's character, and not the best till...