I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.

She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.

Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

He had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.

The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.

i was perhaps an egotist in youth, but i soon found it made me morbid to think too much about myself

he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.

They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

A lot of young girls together is a romantic secret thing like the first sight of wild ducks at dawn.

I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.

Reporting the extreme things as if they were the average things will start you on the art of fiction.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

Prose talent depends on having something to say and an interesting, highly developed way of saying it.

I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

When a girl feels that she’s perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That’s charm

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

Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.

interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering

why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you

The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had

It is not merely enough to have the ability to be persistant, you must also have the ability to start over.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Intelligence is measured by a person's ability to see validity within both sides of contradicting arguments.

Often I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meagre.

I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.

Baltimore is warm but pleasant... I belong here, where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite.

I just couldn't make the grade as a hack-that, like everything else, requires a certain practiced excellence.

One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

he was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.

When a man is tired of life on his 21st birthday it indicates that he is rather tired of something in himself.

You really ought to read more books - you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.

Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.

There was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people if he's any good.

After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.

Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.

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