She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again.

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.

The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands.

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.