Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.
Like all very handsome men who die tragically, he left not so much a character behind him as a legend. Youth and death shed a halo through which it is difficult to see a real face.
I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.
This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.
War is not women's history.
With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.
But words have been used too often; touched and turned, and left exposed to the dust of the street. The words we seek hang close to the tree. We come at dawn and find them sweet beneath the leaf.
Inevitably we look upon society, so kind to you, so harsh to us, as an ill-fitting form that distorts the truth; deforms the mind; fetters the will.
Dance music ... stirs some barbaric instinct - lulled asleep in our sober lives - you forget centuries of civilization in a second, & yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room.
If we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women.
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?
Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.
Life would split apart without letters.
To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but of great boldness of imagination.
It would be a thousand pities if women wrote like men, or lived like men, or looked like men, for if two sexes are quite inadequate, considering the vastness and variety of the world, how should we manage with one only? Ought not education to bring out and fortify the differences rather than the similarities?
Still, life had a way of adding day to day
I will go down with my colours flying.
Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.
literature is the record of our discontent.
Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.
Few people ask from books what books can give us. Most commonly we come to books with blurred and divided minds, asking of fiction that it shall be true, of poetry that it shall be false, of biography that it shall be flattering, of history that it shall enforce our own prejudices. If we could banish all such preconceptions when we read, that would be an admirable beginning.
What is a woman? I assure you, I do not know ... I do not believe that anybody can know until she has expressed herself in all the arts and professions open to human skill.
A biography is considered complete if it merely accounts for six or seven selves, whereas a person may well have as many as a thousand.
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