I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave.
Human thought is by no means as private as it seems, and all that you need to read somebody else's mind is the willingness to read your own.
A gentleman doesn't have one set of manners for the house of a poor man and another for the house of someone with an income incomparable to his own.
Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera.
Mother, listen to me. Now's your chance, do you hear? I know that when I start to talk about what I really think and want and believe, something comes over you, some terrible fit of impatience, so tha...
Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.
Innocence is defined in dictionaries as freedom from guilt or sin, especially from lack of knowledge; purity of heart; blamelessness; guilelessness; simplicity, etc.
It was the unexpected that happened, always.
His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.
But he was careful. He didn’t make a simple remark without rehearsing it beforehand. And he continually removed the expression from his face lest it be the wrong one, and give him away. He also avoide...
Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and deep.
Ono što mi, ili barem ja, samouvjereno smatramo sjećanjem - znači, trenutak, prizor, činjenicu koja je fiksirana i tako spašena od zaborava - ustvari je oblik pripovijedanja koje se trajno odvija u um...
If your first plan fails, try another! – Napoleon Hill If
Between the way things used to be and the way they were now was a void that couldn’t be crossed.
Whether they are part of a home or home is a part of them is not a question children are prepared to answer. Having taken away the dog, take away the kitchen–the smell of something good in the oven fo...
It seemed like a mistake. And mistakes ought to be rectified, only this one couldn't be. Between the way things used to be and the way they were now was a void that couldn't be crossed. I had to find...
But to live in the world at all is to be committed to some kind of a journey.
There is nothing so difficult to arrive at as the nature and personality of one's parents. Death, about which so much mystery is made,is perhaps no mystery at all. But the history of one's parents has...
When she gets into bed and the springs creak under her weight, she groans with the pleasure of lying stretched out on an object that understands her so well.
There was also a wall vase with artificial flowers in it. The flowers were made of crêpe paper dipped in wax. They did not resemble any actual flowers and there had been no attempt to convey a general...