113 Quotes About The-nice-and-the-good

Yet she knew that it was not really the sharp tragic knife of passion that disturbed her now, it was some vaguer nervous storm out of her unsatisfied woman's nature.

Yet it all seemed inevitable and perhaps it was. Is it fruitless to think about the past and build up coherent pictures of how one's life went wrong?

I wonder if this is the end, thought Ducane, and if so what it will all have amounted to. How tawdry and small it has all been.

Year after year he wondered if he should go back and year after year felt it all recede from him past hope, past endeavour . . . He could not find his way back there.

Why did I ever leave them, what was I fleeing from? What spoilt scene that I could not then endure?

Perhaps his demons were quite other.

His eyes closed now, and for a long time they sat quietly thus. Such was their lovemaking.

There is a pointlessness of summer London more awful than anything which fogs or early afternoon twilights are able to evoke, a summer mood of yawning and glazing eyes and little nightmare-ridden sleeps in bored and desperate rooms. With this ennui, evil comes creeping through the city, the evil of indifference and sleepiness and lack of care. At such a time the long-fought temptation is wearily yielded to, and the long-dreamt-of crime is with shoulder-shrugging casualness committed at last.

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