... there are shadows because there are hills.
It isn't possible to love and to part.
Are not beauty and delicacy the same?
I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
Men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls.
“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”
I actually cannot stand a room without a view - I would rather have a bedroom the size of a closet with a view over a suite without one.
By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes--a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.
You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time - beautiful?
