"There are two ways of spreading light: to be "the "candle or the mirror that receives it."

"Set wide the window. Let me drink the day."

"My little old dog a heart-beat at my feet"

"Life is always either a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope."

"If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time."

"There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it."

"Each time you happen to me all over again."

"The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!"

"Ah, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing."

"There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul."

"I don't know if I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want someone who made it interesting."

"We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?"

"My little dog—a heartbeat at my feet."

"She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making."

"In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs."

"Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me."

"Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair."

"What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath."

"Silence may be as variously shaded as speech."

"I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again."

"She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate."

"The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights."

"Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions."

"It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region."

"His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen."

"But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart."

"And you'll sit beside me, and we'll look, not at visions, but at realities."

"They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything."

"...though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert."

"Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not."

"Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any."

"To know when to be generous and when firm—that is wisdom."

"He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world might seem less empty."

"...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins."

"She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all."

"I was just a screw or cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else."

"I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome."

"It is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be"

"Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?"

"He knelt by the bed and bent over her, draining their last moment to its lees; and in the silence there passed between them the word which made all clear."

"Women ought to be free - as free as we are,' he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences."

"I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light."

"In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert."

"Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?"

"...In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers..."

"It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes."

"There's nothing grimmer than the tragedy that wears a comic mask."

"The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future."

"It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them."

"You thought I was a lovelorn mistress and I was really just an expensive prostitute."