Oh, Gerty, I wasn't meant to be good.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment and it helped me. It has always helped me.

Don't you ever mind, " she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

Don't they always go from bad to worse? There's no turning back--yourold self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart

What she craved and really felt herself entitled to was a situation in which the noblest attitude should also be the easiest.

She seemed always to have seen him through a blur - first of sleepiness, then of distance and indifference - and now the fog had thickened till he was almost indistinguishable.

Perhaps I might have resisted a great temptation, but the little ones would have pulled me down

We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed until we drop.

If you stick to something doggedly, you are off to a bad start.

I didn't want to tell him that I was so wet that Noah would have had to build an ark to avoid the flood in my pants - Moxie

i could never be a sports writer, unless my assignment was to write 'sports sports sports sports sports' for three pages

Architecture and building is about how you get around the obstacles that are presented to you. That sometimes determines how successful you'll be: How good are you at going around obstacles?

The man who has done his best has done everything.

More often than not, Americans and Westerners overestimated the power and capability of the Soviet Union.

Soul, soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No.

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

I set it off with my own rhyme / cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.