How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it.
Those quotations were really quite obscure. Anyone can see that he is a very well read man.
Yes, it seems that things like that should go on in London... It is better taste somehow that a man should be unfaithful to his wife away from home.
I stretched out my hand towards the little bookshelf where I kept cookery and devotional books, the most comfortable bedside reading.
Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.
Oh, this coming back to an empty house,' Rupert thought, when he had seen her safely up to her door. People - though perhaps it was only women - seemed to make so much of it. As if life itself were not as empty as the house one was coming back to.
Prue hadn't really been in love with Fabian. Indeed, it was obvious that at times she found him both boring and irritating. But wasn't that what so many marriages were - finding a person boring and irritating and yet loving him? Who could imagine a man who was never boring, or irritating?
We, my dear Mildred, are the observers of life. Let other people get married by all means, the more the merrier. . . . Let Dora marry if she likes. She hasn't your talent for observation.
You know Mildred would never do anything wrong or foolish. I reflected a little sadly that this was only too true and hoped I did not appear too much that kind of person to others. Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but it can sometimes be a little depressing.
One did not drink sherry before the evening, just as one did not read a novel in the morning.
I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.
Sitting aimlessly in bedrooms- often on the bed itself- is another characteristic feature of the English holidays. The meal was over and it was only twenty five past seven. 'The evening stretches before us,' Viola said gloomily.
Of course it's alright for librarians to smell of drink.