I believe there is a theory that men and women emerge finer and stronger after suffering, an that to advance in this or any world we must endure ordeal by fire." (From Rebecca)
...but I should say that kindliness, and sincerity, and if I may say so--modesty--are worth far more to a man, to a husband, than all the wit and beauty in the world.
If there’s one thing that makes a man sick, it’s to have his ale poured out of an ugly hand.
Dead men tell no tales, Mary.
People who mattered could not take the humdrum world. But this was not the world, it was enchantment; and all of it was mine.
Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality.
Nothing like a cup of tea to make a person feel better, man or woman.
If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
how lacking in intuition men could be in persuading themselves that mending some stranger's socks, and attending to his comfort, could content a woman...
Women want love to be a novel, men a short story.