He said, 'Forgive me for being a liar and a fool and an utterly worthless man.' Louise replied, 'I love you.' He took her in his arms for a moment and they held each other with closed eyes.
Our planet is a freak which we shall destroy by our own wicked senseless activities in the next century. Our history will very soon come to an end. Now that God is dead, we are at last presented with...
She felt intense disappointment, even a kind of guilt, as if she had missed something, perhaps forever. He had been there, she could have spoken to him. Could she call out now, cry his name? It was im...
Beyond her declaration of love she could not see. But as she rehearsed the intensity of her passion she thought that he , when the time came, . The desire to, at the right time, him became, as the ye...
I took him for a kind of buffoon. Now I see he is a devil.
One might have all sorts of reasons for avoiding people. It's none of our business.
In a century or two this planet will have been destroyed by external cosmic forces or by the senseless activity of the human race. Human life is a freak phenomenon, soon to be blotted out. That is a c...
I have no close friends, that is, no friends.
Nothing will bring me peace except revenge.
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.
We shall meet, but as strangers. It is the end of an era. A whole part of my life is torn away.
Don't tease me. Everything wounds me now except perfect kindness.
So was she on the side of dragons and indifferent to the fate of princesses?
Eccentrics with unseeing eyes glided through, savouring amid so much society their own particular loneliness and private sins and sorrows.
Bellamy found simply a task of amazing difficulty. It was as if ordinary human life were a mobile machine full of holes, crannies, spaces, apertures, fissures, cavities, lairs, into one of which Bell...
It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day.
What greater torment than to see that light, and then to see it eternally withdrawn?
How easily one is hurt. Or is it only I who am so stupidly vulnerable.
You see, I'm not mad, I suffer from depression. It's not like ordinary misery. It's like dying of boredom. It's .
