Millions of things came back to her. Atoms danced apart and massed themselves. But how did they compose what people called a life?
It is remarkable…what a change of temper a fixed income will bring about.
If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
However, the majority of women are neither harlots nor courtesans; nor do they sit clasping pug dogs to dusty velvet all through the summer afternoon. But what do they do then? and there came to my mi...
His immense self-pity, his demand for sympathy poured and spread itself in pools at their feet, and all she did, miserable sinner that she was, was to draw her skirts a little closer round her ankles,...
Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.
Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do. They are driven by instincts which are not within their control.
Fear no more, says the heart...
But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.
But she's extraordinarily attractive, he thought, as, walking across Trafalgar Square in the direction of the Haymarket, came a young woman who, as she passed Gordon's statue, seemed, Peter Walsh thou...
But I will stretch my toes so that they touch the rail at the end of the bed; I will assure myself, touching the rail, of something hard. Now I cannot sink; cannot altogether fall through the thin she...
Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To wat...
The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sor...
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
Some people go to priests others to poetry I to my friends.
Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.
And even a tea party means apprehension, breakage
A good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take th...