All happy families are alike but an unhappy family is unhappy after its own fashion.
“..what am I to do?”
There was no answer, except life’s usual answer to the most complex and insoluble questions. The answer is this: live from day to day; in other words, forget.
Perhaps it’s our strong point really—this faculty for seeing our own shortcomings; but we overdo it, we comfort ourselves with irony to which we always give ready tongue.
It was my last effort. And I put my whole heart into it. I can’t. I’m no good at it.
His whole heart was filled with memories.
The future is yours and the present is mine- and the present is not all that it might be.
But it could not be helped. What must be must be.
By the mark of your steed
I can tell his fine breed
And a young man in love by his eyes
He felt himself and did not want to be anyone else. All he wanted was to be better than he had been before.
However often one sees her, every day she’s different. you only get that with the French.
They ought to find a way of being inoculated against love, like being vaccinated for smallpox.
Time will go by and I shall not mind about this either.
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
Woman, don’t you know, is the sort of subject that study it as much as you will it is always quite new.
Whatever our destiny is or may be, we have made it ourselves and we do not complain…no, they must needs teach us how to live. They haven’t the remotest idea of what happiness is; they don’t know that without our love, for us there is neither happiness nor unhappiness- there would be no life at all.
There are times when one would give a whole month for a six pence and others when you wouldn’t sell half-an-hour at any price.
She was studying his face, making up for the time she had not seen him, comparing, as she did every time they met, the picture of him in her imagination (incomparably superior, impossible in reality) with him as he actually was.
He looked at her as a man might look at some faded flower he had picked, in which it was difficult to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it.
I’ve always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be…
He who advocates war- off with him in a special advance legion to lead the first onslaught, the first attack!
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