I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?

Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.

Mothers and daughters are part of each other's consciousness, in different degrees and in a different way, but still with the mutual sense of something which has always been there. A real mother is just a habit of thought to her children.