I love you. Do you hear? I’m telling you all of a sudden, but it isn’t new with me. I love you.
He felt so intensely about people that in moments of apathy he preferred to remain concealed; that one could parade a casualness into his presence was a challenge to the key on which he lived.
The thing to do is to forget about the heat,′ said Tom impatiently. ‘You make it ten times worse by crabbing about it.
This is your child, and you’ll have to make the best of it.
A grotesque picture formed itself with dreadful clarity before the eyes of the tortured man.
The room rang full of her artificial laughter.
Nowadays people begin by sneering at family life and family institutions and next they’ll throw everything overboard and have intermarriage between black and white.
He knew women early and since they spoiled him he became contemptuous of them, of young virgins because they were ignorant, of the others because they were hysterical about things which in his overwhelming self-absorption he took for granted.
They weren’t happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale – and yet they weren’t unhappy either.
In the beer-halls and shop-windows were bright posters presenting the Swiss defending their frontiers in 1914.
Her affairs had long shared such a sameness, that, as she dried out, they were more important for their conversational value than for themselves. Her emotions had their truest existence in the telling of them.
You’ve a place in my heart no one else ever could have, but tied down here I’d get restless. I’d feel I was – wastin’ myself. There’s two sides to me, you see. There’s the sleepy old side you love; an’ there’s a sort of energy – the feelin’ that makes me do wild things. That’s the part of me that may be useful somewhere, that’ll last when I’m not beautiful any more.” She.
He had shown it so often that I think it was more real to him now than the house itself.
He was paying some tribute to things unforgotten.
Dresses well. Pretends that dress is superficial – but knows that it isn’t. 3.
I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. Well, if that’s the idea you can count me out.
The remaining brush of scraggly hair; the watery eyes, the ancient teeth, seemed oddly out of tone with the gayety of the costume.
I was responsible, because no one else was interested – interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end.
I’m too bright for most men, and yet I have to descend to their level and let them patronize my intellect in order to get their attention.
I’m always afraid of a girl – until I’ve kissed her. SHE:.