Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more…
To remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after resignation to drowsy and stiffening age; to remember what once you thought life could hold, after telling over with muddied and calculatin...
Yes, but the artist?" said Nigel almost fiercely. "He's different, you know he is. He's driven by some compulsion: if he can't do what he knows he has to do with his life he might as well be dead. He's got to break through the world's indifference, o...
At breakfast!' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A man who can read poetry at breakfast would be capable of anything.
I saw the first light, fore-running the sun, gather in a cup of the eastern cloud, gather and grow and brim, till at last it spilled like milk over the golden lip, to smear the dark face of heaven from end to end. From east to north, and back to sout...
By the time that adorable steak and I had become one flesh I could have taken on the whole Valmy clan singlehanded.
The car whispered up the slope and nosed quietly out above the trees. He was driving like a careful insult.
...kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.
Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted?
The essence of wisdom is to know when to be doing, and when it's useless even to try
Like the first breath of living wind to the sailor becalmed and starving, I felt hope stir.
Every time your work is read, you die several deaths for every word, and poetry is like being flayed alive.
I doubt if there are many normal women who can resist looking at houses. I believe, in fact, that when a house is up for sale more than half the people who look over it are not prospective buyers, but merely ladies who cannot resist exploring someone...
I had always been content to know that there was more in the living world than we could hope to understand.
I assure you, I've come to one of those natural breaks in the book, where one can walk away and let things go on working in the subconscious. It's true, don't look so unbelieving. It means I can afford to tear myself away from my view of the pigsties...
It was nearing 9 O'clock, and the fist duck was drawing down. Behind the trees, the first star pricked out, low and brilliant. The light breeze of the day had dropped, and the evening was very still. The stream sounded loud. I walked down to the gate...
The best way of forgetting how you think you feel is to concentrate on what you know you know.
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
It is harder to kill a whisper than even a shouted calumny.
I can say 'reduce your stress level' until I'm blue in the face.
