They spoke very little of their mutual feeling; pretty phrases and warm expressions being probably unnecessary between such tried friends.
You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.
Well, what I mean is that I shouldn’t mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband.
The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among things done, but among things willed.
You are Joseph the dreamer of dreams, dear Jude. And a tragic Don Quixote. And sometimes you are St. Stephen, who, while they were stoning him, could see Heaven opened. Oh, my poor friend and comrade, you’ll suffer yet!
I wish I had never been born – there or anywhere else.
We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.
All romances end at marriage.
It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.
It was still early, and the sun’s lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.
Nobody had beheld the gravitation of the two into one.
He knelt and bent lower, till her breath warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers. She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered tears...
Always wanting another man than your own.
Many of her thoughts were perfect syllogisms; unluckily they always remained thoughts. Only a few were irrational assumptions; but, unfortunately, they were the ones which most frequently grew into deeds.
So do flux and reflux – the rhythm of change – alternate and persist in everything under the sky.
You don’t talk quite like a girl who has had no advantages.
But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
Where we are would be Paradise to me, if you would only make it so.