I couldn't make it out - why you ever let me, I mean. I understand now. Things like that happen when you're in love with the wrong person. Worse things. Things you never forgive yourself for.
Dodie SmithMots clés mistakes
I get the feeling I do on finishing a novel with a brick-wall happy ending - I mean the kind of ending when you never think any more about the characters.
Dodie SmithIt was so nice that Simon was here for it - tell him I enjoyed every minute - ' it was glorious writing that - almost like telling him I was glad he'd kissed me. But after I'd posted the letter I was worried in case he guessed what I'd meant.
Dodie SmithMots clés self-doubt mixed-emotions
Things you let yourself imagine happening, never do happen.
Dodie SmithI suddenly knew it wasn't only the wonderful luxury of being in love that had been buoying me up: deep down, in some vague, mixed up way I had been letting myself hope he didn't really care for her, that it was me he loved and that kissing me would have made him realise it. 'You're a fool and worse -' I told myself. 'You're a would-be thief.
Dodie SmithMots clés hoping shoulda-woulda-coulda
I could see he was nervous; at least, I thought I could, but then it struck me how little I know of him, or of Topaz or Rose or anyone in the world, really, except myself.
Dodie SmithMots clés nervousness
Incidentally, I never felt less brisk in my life, because being looked at like that makes a person feel dizzy.
Dodie SmithPeople do look different with their eyes closed, their features seem so much more sculptured.
Dodie SmithI'm wondering. Shall we say its perfect for the sea and the sunlight - and the other Rose is perfect for candlelight? And perhaps what's most perfect of all is to find there are several Roses?
Dodie SmithThe more I strive for them the more they utterly elude me
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