If there is any fruitless mental torment which is greater than that of jealousy it is perhaps remorse. Even the pains of loss may be less searching; and often of course these agonies combine, as now t...
I've been so unhappy for years, so unhappy . . . I don't understand how a human being can be so unhappy all the time and still be alive.
You can't magic yourself out of the situation, you've got to live it as decently and as grimly as you can.
I feel I'm at the end of something — everything is going to be different — and terrible.That doesn't sound like you, you ride every wave.There is one that will drown me.
He suffers terribly all the time. He lives in fire.
Now, when she felt so deeply connected to him, they were finally estranged.
But the spark vanished, there was no longed-for recognition, no dawning sign of recovery. The love she had learnt in tending him was an enclosed love, muted and maimed, already mourning. They would ne...
What the cold light showed me was that my situation was simply unlivable. I wanted, with a desire greater than any desire which I had ever conceived could exist without instantly killing its owner by...
We shall meet, but as strangers. It is the end of an era. A whole part of my life is torn away.
The trouble with people nowadays is they don't know how to do nothing.
The room had the rather sinister tedium which some bedrooms have, a sort of weary banality which is a reminder of death. A dressing table can be a terrible thing.
Don't tease me. Everything wounds me now except perfect kindness.
Oh my life is so awful, it's just so awful to be me, you don't know what it's like waking every morning and finding the whole horror of being yourself still there.
Anywhere is dangerous if you carry danger with you.
You talk of freedom — I've never had it! I've been lonely and miserable and in despair, and you want me to consent to all that all over again!
There is a time limit to how long a spirited young person can be kept in cold storage.
So was she on the side of dragons and indifferent to the fate of princesses?
One can be too ingenious in trying to search out the truth. Sometimes one must simply respect its veiled face. Of course this is a love story.
There is a kind of despair involved in creation which I am sure any artist knows all about. In art, as in morality, great things go by the board because at the crucial moment we blink our eyes. When i...
Most friendships are a sort of frozen and undeveloping semi-hostility.