One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
My head is a hive of words that won't settle.
When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
They say that one must beat one's wings against the storm in the belief that beyond this welter the sun shines
All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority, belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are 'si...
I have lost friends some by death ... others by sheer inability to cross the street.
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
What is nobler, she mused, turning over the photographs, than to be a woman to whom every one turns, in sorrow or difficulty?
Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
Books are the mirrors of the soul.
And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. Wha...
All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.
All raw, uncooked, protesting."(on Aldous Huxley)
Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.
Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties and a field for their efforts as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too r...
To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!
There are some books that LIVE, she mused. They are young with us, and they grow old with us.
The most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigate candidly the charge; but not fussily, not very anxiously. On no account to retaliate by going to the other extreme -- t...
Like most uneducated Englishwomen, I like reading--I like reading books in the bulk.