Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the light which, showing the way, forbids it.

Goodbye -- Because I love you.

The peace and beauty of a spring day had descended upon the earth like a benediction.

There are periods of despondency and suffering which take possession of me. But I don't want anything but my own way. That is wanting a good deal, of course, when you have to trample upon the lives, the hearts, the prejudices of others-

Does he write to you? Never a line. Does he send you a message? Never a word. It is because he loves you, poor fool, and is trying to forget you, since you are not free to listen to him or to belong to him.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.