His parents should be here soon. I shall feel happier when they are able to take the responsibility.
Lazy in everything," said Ross, "but the search for excuses. Like two old pigs in their sty and as slow to move from their own patch of filth." Prudie 
There are no permanent things, only fleeting moments of warmth and companionship, precious stationary seconds in a flicker of troubled days. The 
The acme of futility was to regret a pleasure that was past, and he had no intention of doing so. 
The waves were shadows, snakes under a quilt, creeping in almost unseen until they emerged in milky ripples at the water's edge. 
I could say how well he dances, but that isn't true, for he dances like that big friendly bear I saw last Christmas. 
Strange sometimes how easy bitter words came, how hard the kind ones. 
Demelza said: 'It seems to me no man is wise enough if the woman is not wise enough.' Ross 
No bal maidens or spallers 
Her shadow kept her company along the corridor to her bedroom, preceding her like a welcoming innkeeper. 
A nice frame doesn't make a nice picture. 
Tenderness is not like money: the more you give to one, the more you have for others. 
...Here, beast, you shall be the chairman, and mind you call us to order." He leaned forward and dropped the cat on the empty seat. 
For life is a trumpery thing at best, isn't it? A few moments, a few words, between dark and dark. But in true love you keep company with the Gods. 
Blemishes on the beauty of a person one loves are like grace notes adding something to a piece of music. 
It isn't where you're born in this world, it's what you do. 
I was very happy, I think part of the point of this creativity is to do something that helps you in a cathartic sense. 
Men's tongues in some things outrun women's. 
Names are important. They have to be neither too ordinary nor too queer, just a name, like a face, that'll go along with the crowd. 
People who brag of their ancestors are like root vegetables. All their importance is underground. 
Autumn lingered on as if fond of its own perfection. 
Mellingey Stream 
I've interrupted a party. Is it in celebration of the peace or in honor of the next war? 
down. Below this the water was 
All men were born in the same way: no privilege existed that was not of man's own contriving. 
much in it,' said Paul, pushing the broadsheet across. 'You don't ask me 
showed where the ancient pewter teapot had leaked. At the other end was a scattering of crumbs left by the 
But fear and fascination are yokefellows, oxen out of step but pulling in the same direction... 
Tedn't law. Tedn't right. Tedn't just. Tedn't sense. Tedn't friendly. 
It is a mistake to restrict oneself in one's pleasures,' Ross said. 'One should never risk being thought a Puritan. 
I wish your husband well and hope he'll come home again to domestic bliss. 
Refreshment is the remedy for all manner of embarrassments. 
Ross took a deep breath of the air, which was heavy with the smell of sea. He fancied he could hear the waves breaking. 
their stay when it was to take place with full formality. 
No man wants his wife to be a woman that other men don't desire....But every man wants his wife to be a woman that other men don't get. 
Perhaps you're right; we don't ever regain what we lightly lose. 
All I knew was that I was writing something out of my very guts, and that I was content. 
In order to destroy this system which we so much detest we are creating conditions over here which run contrary to our dearest p-principles. 
It isn't very pretty to have been made a fool of by one's own feelings,' he said. 'To take childish promises and build a--a castle out of them... 
Ill usage makes the sweetest of us vicious. 
If every one of you was to clean before his own front door, all would be clean of cow flops. 
If there are two feelings, then I don't think you can put them in separate compartments ever, because one is a part of the other and inseparable. 
In the depths of horror and despair, one comes to a new steadiness. There is no farther to fall. 
Children in their youth blossomed and bloomed; then chance, inclination, heredity all played their part 
Life is like--like one of those hobby-horses you ride at a fair--round and round you go enjoying every moment and then the--then the music stops... 
inclined his head and moved off slowly across the beach. Tbe captain 
Resentment and bitterness and old grudges were dead things, which rotted the hands that grasped them. 
I have never been clever enough - or egotistical enough to spend 300 pages dipping into the sludge of my own subconscious. 