They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.

I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.

But marriage is one long sacrifice.... Chapter 21, Medora Manson speaking to Newland Archer

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.