More of my favorites from The ‘Specialist’ Novelist
How stupid these old ceremonies are, that no one believes in, and which only prevents people being comfortable.
In love there is no more or less.
Energy rests upon love; and come as it will, there’s no forcing it.
Talking to her was pleasant; still pleasanter was listening to her.
There are no conditions to which a man cannot become used, especially if he sees that all around him are living in the same way.
And he was still bearing it because there was nothing to be done but bear it.
Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime. And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.
A man is in duty bound to live for himself, as every man of culture should live.
And where love ends, hate begins
In order to carry through any undertaking in family life, there must necessarily be either complete division between the husband and wife, or loving agreement. When the relations of a couple are vacillating and neither one thing nor the other, no sort of enterprise can be undertaken.
The struggle for existence and hatred is one thing that holds men together.
Her connection with the child was still so close, that she could gauge by the flow of her milk his need of food, and knew for certain he was hungry.
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