If we could only learn to look on evil as evil, whether it's clothed in filth or monotony or magnificence.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable.

I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.

Be kind and generous to your fellows, but hard and relentless with yourself.

How fate is stubborn and holds to habit.

All personality traits have their good side and their bad side. But for a long time, we've seen introversion only through its negative side and extroversion mostly through its positive side.

To contact the deeper truth of who we are, we must engage in some activity or practice that questions what we assume to be true about ourselves.

I think our forests should be preserved as much as humanly possible for recreation and just for enjoyment of the natural beauty of Pennsylvania.

Fashion is every woman's language, and every woman's tool. Fashion is anatomy for me, creating your second skin is one of the most intimate art forms I can think of.

There you are, diligently swimming a straight line, minding the form of your strokes, when you look up and see, always a shock, the currents you can't even feel have pulled you off course.

I had a mother complex going on and I was projecting all my negative mother stuff onto her and all of my need for her to love me and to make me whole and to approve of me.

I hope all you young girls see yourself up there... we were just like you.

There's just a deeper level of sophistication in the writing of female characters on TV.