Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.

Some things are best learned in calm, others in storm.

Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible; they often flourish and grow strong together.

Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.

When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.

Alexandra sighed. "I have a feeling that if you go away, you will not come back. Something will happen to one of us, or to both. People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find. What I have is yours if you care enough about me to take it.

Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.