[...] that he had meant to forget her, and believed it to be done. He had imagined himself indifferent, when he had only been angry; and he had been unjust to her merits, because he had been a sufferer from them.
Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery.
Women, as some witty Frenchman once put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces and always prevent us from carrying them out.
A man who moralizes is usually a hypocrite, and a woman who moralizes is invariably plain.
And, for as much as she had no reason to suppose that his eyes would rest upon her whilst she spoke, Anne felt that is was absolutely impossible, knowing him as she knew him, imagining that even he coudln't remember.
Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.
I love women, I always have done. How can you not love them? Because women are beautiful. Beautiful are their contours, their hands, their skin, the contorted threads of their minds. Beautiful the coloured scents of their wishes. Like my fears, their little turmoils. I love the beauty of their moves. I love how they dry their tears with their hand and the sudden smile after they've been crying like children. Unexpected gashes of light. I love women. Without them I would've already left. Without them I would've never come back.
A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
Lady Alice Chapman had one of those characteristic British faces that, once seen, are never forgotten.
Every snowflake was the sigh of an unhappy woman somewhere in the world.