Anyway people never fall in love suddenly like that except in novels.
I have battered destructively and in vain upon the mystery of someone else’s life and must cease at last.
And he thought, I shall go on blindly and secretly jumbling all these things together and making no sense of them as long as I live. Maybe every human creature carries some such inescapable burden. That is being human. A very weird affair.
The apparent scene is slowly falling to pieces revealing the reality behind.
I’m totally unworthy of this love which you are offering to me.
In my experience a good row not only does not clear the air but can land you with a lifelong enemy.
The presence of so many things which ought to have delighted her and been her friends brought home to Moy how little delight she could now feel and how alienated she now was from all the beings to which she had once felt so close.
Of course, my dear, I cannot, how could I, altogether regret what has happened.
Clement held her hand for a moment; knowing that after that moment the darkness would begin.
You daren’t think, so you live in a dream.
Singing is of course a form of aggression.
Sudden things are prepared for.
Of course I love Arnold, but I can hate him too, and it can go along with love that one never forgives certain things.
Perhaps that was the only time which we should ever, ever have together. Perhaps it was something which would never, never, never come again.
Perhaps this ‘dead’ feeling was also brought on by an intensification of her old secret sorrow. Perhaps one day this sorrow might end. But she did not think it would end or see how it could end.
Here I am, after all, welcome home, I’m yours. To which Henry replied: When I wanted you you were not mine, when I needed you you rejected me. Why should I cherish you now?
What a terribly complex thing his life must be to be able so utterly to surprise its owner!
Oh God, that conversation last night or this morning or whenever that devil-ridden scrap of nightmare had been. How could two rational beings go on and on simply saying the same awful things to each other week after week, month after month?
Guilt feelings so often arise from accusations rather than from crimes.
She dreamt she saw the Polish Rider passing slowly by and he was weeping and she called out to him, but he turned his head away. She dreamt that she was drowning in the pool of tears.