Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.

To have lost is less disturbing than to wonder if we may possibly have won; and Eustacia could now, like other people at such a stage, take a standing-point outside herself, observe herself as a disinterested spectator, and think what a sport for Heaven this woman Eustacia was.

That man's silence is wonderful to listen to.

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?

Many of her thoughts were perfect syllogisms; unluckily they always remained thoughts. Only a few were irrational assumptions; but, unfortunately, they were the ones which most frequently grew into deeds

you are absolutely the most ethereal, least sensual woman I ever knew to exist without inhuman sexlessness.