Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.
It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.
Perhaps – I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.
In a weak moment, I have written a book.
That is the one unforgivable sin in any society. Be different and be damned!
It was better to know the worst than to wonder.
Say you’ll marry me when I come back or, before God, I won’t go. I’ll stay around here and play a guitar under your window every night and sing at the top of my voice and compromise you, so you’ll have to marry me to save your reputation.
They were always like two people talking to each other in different languages. But she loved him so much, when he withdrew as he had now done, it was like the warm sun going down and leaving her in chilly twilight dews.
His voice stopped and they looked for a long quiet moment into each other’s eyes and between them lay the sunny lost youth that they had so unthinkingly shared.
She couldn’t survey the wreck of the world with an air of casual unconcern.
She saw in his eyes defeat of her wild dreams, her mad desires.
Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.
They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.
I won’t need you to rescue meM. I can take care of myself, thank you. – Scarlett O’Hara.
I only know that I love you. That’s your misfortune.
You have eternity in which to explain and only one night to be a martyr in the amphitheater Get out, darling, and let me see the lions eat you.
Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter as gall.
All really nice girls wonder when men don’t try to kiss them. They know they shouldn’t want them to and they know they must act insulted if they do, but just the same, they wish the men would try.
A pain slashed through her heart as savagely as a wild animal’s fangs.
Now he saw that she understood entirely too well and he felt the usual masculine indignation at the duplicity of women. Added to it was the usual masculine disillusionment in discovering that a woman has a brain.