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When something is new and hard and bright, there ought to be something a little better for it than just being safe, since the safe things are just the things that folks have been doing so long they have worn the edges off and there's nothing to the doing of them that leaves a man to say, That was not done before and it cannot be done again.

My style of writing is very diffrent from yours.

Such squeamish youths as cannot bear to be connected with a little absurdity are not worth a regret.

An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents.

In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recongize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. This may seem like a ponderous weight of wisdom to descend upon the soul of a young woman of twenty-eight - perhaps more wisdom than the Holy Ghost is usually pleased to vouchsafe to any woman.

Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?

I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

I have no way and therefore want no eyesI stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face

Possibly it had occurred to him the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. [...] It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.

I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people'sglass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.

all the time something within her was crying for a decision.She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision must be made by some force — of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality — that was close at hand

one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.

He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes. Sometimes, too, he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way, as though in her actual and astounding presence none of it was any longer real.

God knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing. You may fool me, but you can't fool God!

It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.

My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.