It's terrible that one doesn't love people forever.

By a dialectic well known to those who habitually succumb to temptation he passed in a second from the time when it was too early to struggle to the time when it was too late to struggle.

Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.

What emotion had so invaded me? Fear? It is sometimes curiously difficult to name the emotion from which one suffers. The naming of it is sometimes unimportant, sometimes crucial.

We're just living on our emotions and eating each other.

Some inner organ would give way, her heart would literally break, if she did not see him soon.

There was absolutely nothing that she could do with this huge emotion which she had so suddenly discovered in herself.

She had inhibited her sympathy, one genuine sympathetic impulse would have ruined her.

But now her tears dried because so many terrible emotions and speculations demanded her attention.