How I hate everything!

Archer was too intelligent to think that a young woman like Ellen Olenska would necessarily recoil from everything that reminded her of her past. She might believe herself wholly in revolt against it; but what had charmed her in it would still charm her even though it were against her will.

there are lots of ways of answering a letter - and writing doesn't happen to be mine.

Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now

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

He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world might seem less empty.