She seemed always to have seen him through a blur - first of sleepiness, then of distance and indifference - and now the fog had thickened till he was almost indistinguishable.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment and it helped me. It has always helped me.

Don't you ever mind, " she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

Don't they always go from bad to worse? There's no turning back--yourold self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart

What she craved and really felt herself entitled to was a situation in which the noblest attitude should also be the easiest.

Oh, Gerty, I wasn't meant to be good.

Perhaps I might have resisted a great temptation, but the little ones would have pulled me down

We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed until we drop.

Change is the universal truth If you don't change Changes will definitely Change you

Poetry is painting with words where you create a masterpiece by spilling your feelings and emotions onto the blank paper.

In the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.

Anything that we can do to raise personal savings is very much in the interest of this country.

I have always wanted my art to service my people - to reflect us, to relate to us, to stimulate us, to make us aware of our potential. We have to create an art for liberation and for life.

An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.

Look before you leap.

Sexual harassment law is very important. But I think it would be a mistake if the sexual harassment law movement is the only way in which feminism is known in the media.

Every year or so, I try to do something; it keeps me refreshed as to what's going on in front of the lens, and I understand what the actor is going through.

Pain forces even the innocent to lie.