It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.

It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.

Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.

I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness. Edith Wharton ~ The Touchstone