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My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well.

Roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.

Ma Parker stood, looking up and down. The icy wind blew out her apron into a balloon. And now it began to rain. There was nowhere.

To work - to work! It is such infinite delight to know that we still have the best things to do.

Outside the sky is light with stars

Sleeping was her latest discovery. 'It's so wonderful. One simply shuts one's eyes, that's all. It's so delicious.

To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.

Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.

Do you feel in this letter my love for you today - It is as warm as a bird's nest.

Do the hardest thing on earth for you. ACT YOURSELF.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship, was that one had to explain nothing

Got a little - well - feeble as you might say. Of course, she was never dangerous; she was the sweetest old lady.

Regret is an appalling waste of time.

Jose loved giving orders to the servants, and they loved obeying her. She always made them feel they were taking part in some drama.

turned away, took out his cigarette case, but remembering how the

Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.

How beautiful she loked, but there was nobody to see, nobody.

Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.

That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?

I'm a writer first and a woman after.

Hail, brother! All hail, Thou Mighty One!" A velvety bass voice came booming over the water. Great

Oh, with you, I could conquer the world - oh, with you I could catch hold of the moon like a little silver sixpence.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.

I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write

The heavens opened for the sunset to-night. When I had thought the day folded and sealed, came a burst of heavenly bright petals.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

Can one do nothing for the dead? And for a long time the answer had been - Nothing!

fixed Alice with her eyes

I couldn't keep myself in, and I asked her if she'd rather I ... didn't get married.

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change. So suffering must become Love. That is the mystery.

I'd always rather be with people who loved me too little rather than with people who loved me too much.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

Why it should be such an effort to write to the people one loves I can't imagine. It's none at all to write to those who don't really count.

Better to write twaddle, anything, than nothing at all.

The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.

In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire.

Oh,' said the little girl, 'my head's on your heart; I can hear it going. What a big heart you've got, father dear.

Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them.

I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was, too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.

There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.

You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul.

The English language is damned difficult, but it's also damned rich, and so clear and bright that you can search out the darkest places with it.

Everything about her was sweet, pale like honey. You would not have been surprised to see a bee caught in the tangles of that yellow hair.

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.

Children are unaccountable little creatures.

I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write

Who is to decide between 'Let it be' and 'Force it'?

The mater, with her scissors outspread to snap the head of a dead something or other, stopped at the sight of Reggie.

The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage.

We cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves.

I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.

Courage is like a disobedient dog, once it starts running away it flies all the faster for your attempts to recall it.

White! he turned as white as a woman.

The lights, the azaleas, the dresses, the pink faces, the velvet chairs, all became one beautiful flying wheel.

When she looked through the dark windows at the stars, they had long beams like wings ...

That? It's the clock striking!

How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

When we begin to take our failures non-seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them.

It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.

If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.

The whole world shall be ours because of our love.

Oh dear, I sometimes think ... whatever should I do if anything were to ... But, there, thinking's no good to any one - is it, madam?

Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must.

What did garden-parties and baskets and lace frocks matter to him? He was far from all those things. He was wonderful, beautiful.

What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy.

Letters are the real curse of my existence. I hate to write them: I have to. If I don't, there they are - the great guilty gates barring my way.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

Would you not like to try all sorts of lives - one is so very small - but that is the satisfaction of writing - one can impersonate so many people.

But the more poetry one reads the more one longs to read!

Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order.

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

To be alive and to be a 'writer' is enough.

You might drop your heart into me and you'd never hear it touch bottom.

This is not a letter but my arms about you for a brief moment.

Roo-coo-coo-coo! Roo-coo-coo-coo!

Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.

I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

... A wet night. They are going home together under an umbrella. They stop on the door to press their wet cheeks together.

Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

Life never become a habit to me. It's always a marvel.

There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.

Coach! Coach, Stanley!

Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.

It is strange that there are times when I feel the stars are not at all solemn: they are secretly gay.

There are in life as many aspects as attitudes towards it, and aspects change with attitudes.

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

Life never becomes a habit to me. It's always a marvel.

his hands clasped over a huge carved walking-stick, and a big old woman, sitting upright, with a roll of knitting on her embroidered

Tidied all my papers. Tore up and ruthlessly destroyed much. This is always a great satisfaction.

As in the physical world, so in the spiritual world, pain does not last forever.

You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.

No, madam, never now. Of course, I did think of it at one time. But it wasn't to be. He had a little flower-shop just down

EM Forster never gets any further than warming the tea pot ... Is it not beautifully warm? Yes, but there ain't going to be no tea.

I don't believe other people are ever as foolishly excited as I am while I'm working. How could they be? Writers would have to live in trees.

Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it.

I must say, I hate money. But it's the lack of it I hate most.