There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.

As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.

The woods are never solitary — they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite mystery — we may only wander, awed and spellbound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice.