The strongest natures, when they are influenced, submit the most unreservedly; it is perhaps a sign of their strength.
For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.
Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – ‘Chloe liked Olivia…' Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.
The summer is put away folded up in the drawer with other summers.
Yet it is true that there was an absent mindedness about her which sometimes made her clumsy; she was apt to think of poetry when she should have been thinking of taffeta; her walk was a little too much of a stride for a woman, perhaps, and her gestures, being abrupt, might endanger a cup of tea on occasion.
If he'd had a boy he'd have said, Work, work. But he had his Elizabeth; he adored his Elizabeth.