He seemed to see his fellow creatures grotesquely, and he was angry with them because they were grotesque; life was a confusion of ridiculous, sordid happenings, a fit subject for laughter, and yet it made him sorrowful to laugh.
W. Somerset MaughamWith infinite patience she prepared to snare and bind me. She wanted to bring me down to her level; she cared nothing for me, she only wanted me to be hers. She was willing to do everything in the world for me except the one thing I wanted: to leave me alone.
W. Somerset MaughamSometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.
W. Somerset MaughamBecause women can do nothing except love, they've given it a ridiculous importance. They want to persuade us that it's the whole of life. It's an insignificant part.
W. Somerset MaughamFor men, as a rule, love is but an episode which takes place among the other affairs of the day, and the emphasis laid on it in novels gives it an importance which is untrue to life. There are few men to whom it is the most important thing in the world, and they are not the very interesting ones; even women, with whom the subject is of paramount interest, have a contempt for them.
W. Somerset MaughamWhen a woman loves you she's not satisfied until she possesses your soul. Because she's weak, she has a rage for domination, and nothing less will satisfy her.
W. Somerset MaughamWomen are strange little beasts,' he said to Dr. Coutras. 'You can treat them like dogs, you can beat them till your arm aches, and still they love you.' He shrugged his shoulders. 'Of course, it is one of the most absurd illusions of Christianity that they have souls.
W. Somerset MaughamStichwörter: women
I shall beat you,' he said, looking at her.
How else should I know you loved me,' she answered.
Stichwörter: love
They say a woman always remembers her first lover with affection; but perhaps she does not always remember him.
W. Somerset MaughamIt is cruel to discover one's mediocrity only when it is too late. It does not improve the temper.
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