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But if we act the truth, the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run.

Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.

But she was so unsympathetic that she must be reliable.

Have you ever talked to Vyse without being tired?

Не верь человеку, коль в сердце его вселил ты гнев.

Нет худшей беды для человека, чем творить ему добро и верить ему.

… you have lived among such nice people, that you cannot realize what men can be…

At last, I shall understand myself.

… you are too unselfish; you don’t assert yourself enough.

… immortality has come to them after experience, not before.

… it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.

Брось то, что внушает сомнения ради того, что несомненно.

Who was she to have a man according to her own desire? It was not for her to create, but to recognize a man created by God.

He had no use for people, nor for words.

Then she saw him on Sunday, dressed up in Sunday clothes, trying to impress her. And he looked ridiculous.

Why afraid? The secret, shameful things are most terribly beautiful.

And very early she learned to harden her soul in resistance and denial of all that was outside her, harden herself upon her own being.

So very soon, she came to believe in the outward malevolence that was against her.

the lust for destruction

Where she was delivered over to him, in her very soft femaleness, he seemed to lacerate and desecrate her.

His dark, passionate soul had recoiled upon itself, and now, clinched and coiled round a centre of hatred, existed in its own power.

Кто молчит - спасется.

Спасение в уединении.

It did not matter how many sins her boys were accused of, so long as they were not stupid, or inferior.

She scarcely noticed the outer things at all. What was outside was outside, non-existent.

She hated them whilst they had power over her.

At the bottom of her heart she despised the other people, who carped and were loud over trifles.

She was curiously self-sufficient and didn’t say very much.

… and from fear of darkness turned to fear of light. She would have hidden herself indoors, if she could. Above all, she craved for the peace and heavy oblivion of her old state.

Жизнь неисследованная не стоит того, чтобы ее прожить.