Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is § quality of thought, a state of mind.
Zhenya Shabyninaalıntı yaptı4 yıl önce
I used to think it would be dreadful to be married, that one's husband would drink, or use awful language, or grumble if the toast was soft at breakfast, and be rather unattractive altogether, smell possibly.
Zhenya Shabyninaalıntı yaptı4 yıl önce
I was to be Mrs de Winter.
Zhenya Shabyninaalıntı yaptı4 yıl önce
inevitable lorgnette, the enemy to other people's privacy.