There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.
As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch. What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.
Women ought to be free – as free as we are,′ he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences.
The difference is that these young people take it for granted that they’re going to get whatever they want, and that we almost always took it for granted that we shouldn’t. Only, I wonder – the thing one’s so certain of in advance: can it ever make one’s heart beat as wildly?
Her whole being dilated in an atmosphere of luxury. It was the background she required, the only climate she could breathe in.