Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.
I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.
...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.
In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
I'm afraid I'm an incorrigible life-lover, life-wonderer, and adventurer.
Her failure was a useful preliminary to success.
... caprice is as ruinous as routine.
The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.
There's nothing grimmer than the tragedy that wears a comic mask.
Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.
A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.
Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.
They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.
Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.
She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves.
She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.
there are lots of ways of answering a letter - and writing doesn't happen to be mine.
She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.
Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.
I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.
It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.
The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
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