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41 " The tendency to late marriages may reflect nothing more than the growth of sense," Lewis Durant said, "At 21, a man seldom knows what he is doing, or where his best interests lie.""I am glad you say a man, Mr. Durant, and exempt woman from this youthful imbecility," Lidia said."I do: a woman's imbecility is not dependent on youth: it flourishes at all ages. "
― , An Accomplished Woman
42 " How odd that we always exclaim over children growing, as if in the ordinary run of things they shrink "
43 " as one looks instinctively at the clock: that must be right. That will tell me where I am "
44 " the way the people closest to us are able so effortlessly to thrust us to the farthest distance "
45 " She had lived with the story as you live with a favourite book, which changes with you as you change and grow "
46 " The advantage of a head, or mind or brain, is that it will be a resource and support to you in life,’ Lydia said crisply, ‘while the heart is liable chiefly to cause you pain "
47 " There is no greater tyranny, Miss Rae, than convention "
48 " choice, Lydia reflected, was not a simple act. It depended not only on what you thought and felt, but on things you were quite unconscious of thinking and feeling, and to which only an outside agency could alert you. Choice implied a clear view of the object before the chooser: but whose view was not impeded, not smeared a little by the careless accretions of self? Surely to polish up that glass to perfect transparency was not to interfere with choice: really it was doing a service both to the chooser and to "
49 " It was perturbing to look long at your reflection: to realise that all the time you were there in the world, visible, undeniable "
50 " And what does she mean by love, anyway? People use that word and mean all sorts of things by it. "
― , The Taste of Sorrow
51 " Charlotte comprende que el futuro no es un panorama ni una perspectiva, es un puño que te agarra, fuerte, irresistible, ineludible. "
52 " ¿En qué estoy pensando? Estoy pensando en que si ya ni siquiera me permiten pensar, si invaden incluso mi cabeza, no queda ningún lugar para refugiarse. Salvo, quizá, la locura. "