There are moments when one can neither think nor feel, she thought, and if one can neithre feel nor think, where's one?

You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life.

How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in our love of ghost stories?

But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.

They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.