She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!

Things are always different than what they might be...If you wait for them to change, you will never do anything.

The girl had a certain nobleness of imagination, which rendered her a good many services and played her a great many tricks. She spent half her time in thinking of beauty, bravery, magnanimity; she had a fixed determination to regard the world as a place of brightness, of free expansion, of irresistible action, she thought it would be detestable to be afraid or ashamed. She had an infinite hope that she would never do anything wrong. She had resented so strongly, after discovering them, her mere errors of feeling.

Don’t underestimate the value of irony—it is extremely valuable.

Deep experience is never peaceful.

Always keep a window in the attic open; not just cracked: open.

She envied Ralph his dying, for if one were thinking of rest that was the most perfect of all. To cease utterly, to give it all up and not know anything more — this idea was as sweet as the vision of a cool bath in a marble tank, in a darkened chamber, in a hot land.