Work she did not mind, or sacrifice of leisure, rest and comfort. But she hated having to stand up for herself when people treated her badly
I was [...] absurdly shy, and therefore often mistaken for a fool, which upset me deeply.
I had always been one of those quiet boys who preferred dreams to the rreal world.
What private things I tell you. I wouldn't if I were talking. [..] But writing is so different and so strange; at once so much more and so much less intimate.
... in my zeal to tell the whole truth, I put too much emphasis on my short-comings, thereby distorting it.
When I saw how she was incapable of voicing her true feelings, and how fear and envy contrived to suppress everything about her that was deep and strong, and beautiful – I saw myself.
For our lives were govorned by trival detailes. Indeed, trival details were what true life was made of.
No matter where I was, I failed to make my presence felt.
... our missed opportunities never leave us, and every time they come back to haunt us, we ache.
You looked at him - or at any rate John Ellery looked at him - and liked him because it's natural to like people who are obviously even shyer than yourself.
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"Vera" av Elizabeth von Arnim, som var en forgjenger til Rebecca.
Hers was the real courage found only in the entierly terrified, who, terrified, yet see the thing, whatever it is, doggedly through.
If you were to wake up one morning, with a clear conscience and a healthy body, and yet at the instant at opening your eyes were to become aware of a faint feeling of depression and discomfort, as though there were a headache somewhere in the room; and if at the same time you found your waking thoughts straying in the direction of self-analysis accompanied by a strange distaste for the lot of mortal man;if, as I say, all this were to happen to you, you would of course realise at once that it must be Sunday.
If you try ard enough, it is of course possible, by a process known as reading between the lines, to make practically any letter that has ever been written mean almost anything that you choose to discover in it.
A practical joke is often not funny, and it is certainly seldom practical.
[W]hen there seems to be absolutely no reason for something, it is always just possible that it may have been one's own fault.
Mr. Hunter was by no means unskilled at his particular line of business, and should have been quick enough at learning any other; but he was horribly unskilled at saying so.