New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.
A writer wastes nothing.
Experience is not worth the getting. It’s not a thing that happens pleasantly to a passive you – it’s a wall that an active you runs up against.
The bottle of whiskey – the second one – was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who ’felt just as good on nothing at all.
Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.
The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.
He dispensed starlight to casual moths.
They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.
What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?
When I see a beautiful shell like that I can’t help feeling a regret about what’s inside it.
If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.
You know I’m old in some ways-in others-well, I’m just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.
She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.
She was beautiful – but especially she was without mercy.
A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She’s too pretty.
But you can love more than just one person, can’t you?
I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.
We all must try to be good.
Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances.
I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.