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.

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

[B]ut he had lived in a world in which, as he said, no one who loved ideas need hunger mentally.

Each time you happen to me all over again.

Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.

She had been bored all afternoon by Percy Gryce... but she could not ignore him on the morrow, she must follow up her success, must submit to more boredom, must be ready with fresh compliances and adaptibilities, and all on the bare chance that he might ultimately decide to do her the honour of boring her for life.

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