I shall do one thing in this life - one thing certain - that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.
How people will talk about one’s doings! Fancy exclaimed.Well, if you make songs about yourself, my dear, you can’t blame other people for singing ’em.
George's son had done his work so thoroughly that he was considered too good a workman to live, and was, in fact, taken and tragically shot at twelve o'clock that same day—another instance of the unto...
Because what's the use of learning that I am one of a long row only - finding out that there is set down in some old book somebody just like me, and to know that I shall only act her part; making me s...
A novel is an impression, not an argument.
She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
Such miserable creatures of circumstance are we all!
She knew how to hit to a hair's breadth that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leavin...
Life is an oasis which is submerged in the swirling waves of sorrows and agonies.
Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks…
I don't--know about ghosts, but I do know that our souls can be made to go outside our bodies when we are alive... A very easy way to feel 'em go is to lie on the grass at night, and look straight up...
But a new thing, a great hitch, had happened yesterday in the gliding and noiseless current of his life, and he felt as a snake must feel who has sloughed off its winter skin, and cannot understand th...