Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night

Her fine high forehead sloped gently up to where her hair, bordering it like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and curlicues of ash blonde and gold. Her eyes were bright, big, clear, wet and shining, the colour of her cheeks was real, breaking close to the surface from the strong young pump of her heart. Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood -- she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her.

From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

They seemed nearer, not only mentally, but physically when they read ... Their chance was to make everything fine and finished and rich and imaginative; they must bend tiny golden tentacles from his imagination to hers, that would take the place of the great, deep love that was never so near, yet never so much of a dream.