Top The Message To The Planet Quotes

Oh what an ill fate it was that has made me love that man.

I'm not young. I've never had any youth.

Your coldness has ruined my life. All right, you didn't mean it, all right I was a schoolgirl, but you could have been kinder to someone who said they loved you, you could have been gentle and gratefu...

The agony was of suddenly feeling herself so separate and so secret.

Your infatuation will end in tears.

The unspoken words trembled in the air.

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!

Now, when she felt so deeply connected to him, they were finally estranged.

He felt himself falling into a state, very common when he was younger, of being totally cut off from the society he was in.

He wanted to be a universal man . . . and I suppose that isn't possible now. He belongs in fifteenth-century Italy. This age doesn't suit him.

You can't magic yourself out of the situation, you've got to live it as decently and as grimly as you can.

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...

I adore your jealousy, especially when it's so misplaced. I expect Shakespeare wrote a sonnet about that.

I don't think I can marry, I'm not fit for it, I'm not real enough. That's the trouble. I'm a puppet that's realised what's wrong with itself and it's . I'm propped up somewhere all alone, watching th...

Is your father writing a book? said Alison. No. He's existing. Some people live, like the rest of us, like the people in your plays. He just exists.

Sometimes I feel I am crammed with demons.

Anywhere is dangerous if you carry danger with you.

He was glad that he had expressed to her, however blunderingly, what he felt. He was glad that he had held her hand.

She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short...

She was not just a wild creature, she was a wounded creature.