What is it, Angel?" she said, starting up. "Have they come for me?" "Yes, dearest," he said. "They have come." "It is as it should be," she murmured. "Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me!" She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved. "I am ready," she said quietly.

Well, what I mean is that I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband.

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

Because what's the use of learning that I am one of a long row only - finding out that there is set down in some old book somebody just like me, and to know that I shall only act her part; making me sad, that's all. The best is not to remember your nature and your past doings have been just like thousands' and thousands', and that your coming life and doings'll be like thousands' and thousands'.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from "Neutral Tones")

It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity