But even as they were brought closer together by the details of daily life, she was separated from him by a growing sense of inward detachment. Charles' conversation was flat as a sidewalk, a place of passage for the ideas of everyman; they wore drab everyday clothes, and they inspired neither laughter nor dreams.

She might have been glad to confide all these things to someone. But how to speak about so elusive a malaise, one that keeps changing its shape like the clouds…

He took it for granted that she was content; and she resented his settled calm, his serene dullness, the very happiness she herself brought him.

It seemed to her that certain portions of the earth must produce happiness -- as thought it were a plant native only to those soils and doomed to languish else…

Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.

Look round at the marriages which you know. The true marriage - that noble union, by which a man and woman become together the one perfect being - probably doe…

It lay buried here. It lay deep inside me. It's so deep I don't think that I can speak about it. It could take me all of my life, But it would only take a mome…