Quotes from Katherine Mansfield

But the pear tree was as lovely as ever and as full of flower and as still.

The late afternoon sun shone on women in cotton frocks and little sunburnt, barefoot children. It blazed on a silky yellow flower with coarse leaves which sprawled over a bank of rock. The air ruffling through the window smelled of the sea.

I have faded into the habit of secretly existing under your skin. It is unbelievably dark under there; I am happy.

Bir ÅŸeyleri beklemek çok tehlikeli... Bir ÅŸeyleri beklersen, yaln?zca senden daha daha uzakla??r beklediklerin.

The most thrilling day of the year, the first real day of Spring had enclosed its warm delicious beauty even to London eyes. It had put a spangle in every colour and a new tone in every voice, and city folks walked as though they carried real bodies under their clothes with real live hearts pumping the still blood through.

Szereti a munkáját? - Nem, dehogy. Én egyáltalán nem szeretek dolgozni, hát maga? - Utálok! Az anyám magyar - tette hozzá -, és azt hiszem, ezért utálom annyira a munkát.

Bence," dedi belli belirsiz, "insan al???r. Ä°nsan her ÅŸeye al???r." "Öyle mi?" diye sordu Jonathan. "Hmm. Nas?l yapt?klar?n? merak ediyorum, ben hiç beceremedim.

I thought how true it was that the world was a delightful place if it were not for the people, and how more than true it was that people were not worth troubling about, and that wise men should set their affections upon nothing smaller than cities, heavenly or otherwise, and countrysides which are always heavenly.

Yes, madam, it was all left to me. Oh, she did look sweet. I did her hair, soft-like, round her forehead, all in dainty

Even the photographs were on the mantelpiece and the medicine bottles on the shelf above the wash-stand. Her clothes lay across a chair—her outdoor things, a purple cape and a round hat with a plume in it. Looking at them she wished that she was going away from this house, too. And she saw herself driving away from them all in a little buggy, driving away from everybody and not even waving.

Es que no puede haber una forma de manifestarlo sin parecer "beodo o trastornado"? La civilización es una estupidez. ¿Para qué se nos ha dado un cuerpo, si hemos de mantenerlo encerrado en un estuche como si fuera algún valioso Stradivarius?

The breeze of morning lifted in the bush and the smell of leaves and wet black earth mingled with the sharp smell of the sea. Myriads of birds were singing. A goldfinch flew over the shepherd's head and, perching on the tiptop of a spray, it turned to the sun, ruffling its small breast feathers. And now they had passed the fisherman's hut, passed the charred-looking lit

Mi tragedia es mi madre. Viviendo con ella, vivo en el ataúd de mis aspiraciones nonatas

I am tired, blissfully tired. Do you suppose that daisies feel blissfully tired when they shut for the night and the dews descend upon them?

But my anxious heart is eating up my body, eating up my nerves, eating up my brain. I feel this poison slowly filling my veins - every particle becoming slowly tainted.... I am never, never calm, never for an instant.

And I feel as I always do that Autumn is loveliest of all. There is such a sharpness with the sweetness—

Laura's upbringing made her wonder for a moment whether it was quite respectful of a workman to talk to her of bangs slap in the eye. But she did quite follow him.

Delighted of course. It will only be a very scratch meal—just the sandwich crusts and broken meringue-shells and what's left over. Yes, isn't it a perfect morning?

Well, Mr. Arnold, here's Mrs. Hammond at last!" The manager led them through the hall himself and pressed the elevator-bell. Hammond knew there were business pals of his sitting at the little hall tables having a drink before dinner. But he wasn't going to risk interruption; he looked neither to the right nor the left.

Nas?l da gerizekal? bu uygarl?k! Sanki pek ender bulunur bir keman gibi k?l?f?na kapat?p saklaman gerekiyorsa niçin verilsin sana bu beden?

Not at all; I don't believe in the human soul. I never have. I believe that people are like portmanteaux—packed with certain things, started going, thrown about, tossed away, dumped down, lost and found, half emptied suddenly, or squeezed fatter than ever, until finally the Ultimate Porter swings them on to the Ultimate Train and away they rattle.…

Perdida! Una hora de oro Con sus sesenta minutos de diamante No se ofrece recompensa Pues ¡Perdida está para siempre!

Leila was sure ifhe partner didn't come and she had to listen to that marvellous music and to watch the others sliding, gliding over the golden floor, she would die at least, or faint, or lift her arms and fly out of one of those dark windows that showed the stars.

When Harry came I had his letters all ready, and the ring and a ducky little brooch he'd given me—a silver bird it was, with a chain in its beak, and on the end of the chain a heart with a dagger.