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“Ill usage makes the sweetest of us vicious,”
Hers was a token protest to satisfy her sense of what was right and proper, of how she would behave if she had only one daughter and that one with a fortune of ten thousand pounds. With five on the books and no dowry for any of them, it deprived one of scope.
what was the good of looking for tomorrow when today filled all your time and all your energy and sometimes all your fears?
Like all human beings she could not refrain from idly comparing what she had with what she might have had.
In lust there is always conquest and destruction.
there was an odd satisfaction in asceticism, a cumulative self-knowledge and self-reliance.
It is only that, like most families, we are never all happy at one time.”
“But a man,” Demelza said, “even a kind one, can sometimes be cruel wi’out knowing it.” “And a woman,” Ross said, pulling her down again, “never knows when a subject must be dropped.”
Let us curse and quarrel in amity. Then we can get drunk in company.
“You’re very persistent, are you not?” “Only because you’re that stubborn.”
Someone—a Latin poet—had defined eternity as no more than this: to hold and possess the whole fullness of life in one moment, there and then, past and present and to come.
I am not hungry or thirsty or lustful or envious; I am not perplexed or weary or ambitious or remorseful. Just ahead, in the immediate future, there is waiting an open door and a warm house, comfortable chairs and quietness and companionship. Let me hold it.
