Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

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.

For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have silenced the very birds and insects, and, lying sunk in the tasselled meadow grasses, one looks up through a level roofing of maple-leaves at the vast, shadowless, and unsuggestive blue.

It is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be

When a man says he doesn't understand a woman it's because he won't take the trouble.

What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.

Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.