This solitude opressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.
This solitude opressed her; ...
Quotes from the same author
One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror--on thethings that I might have avoided.
It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
A work of art is never finished. It is merely abandoned.
