So boasting of her capacity to surround and protect, there was scarcely a shell of herself left for her to know herself by. all was so lavished and spent.
And there is a dignity in people; a solitude; even between husband and wife a gulf; and that one must respect, thought Clarissa, watching him open the door; for one would not part with it oneself, or take it, against his will, from one's husband, without losing one's independence, one's self-respect—something, after all, priceless.
What if I told you I'm incapable of tolerating my own heart?
My heart is manoeuvring in rings of trembling darkness and unreasonable echoes of over-thoughtfulness.
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved.
Instead of being a single, downright, bluff piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed, our commonest deeds are set about with a fluttering and flickering of wings, a rising and falling of lights.