I feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.

She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.

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.

Women ought to be free - as free as we are,' he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences.

I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

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.

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