In the midst of the happiness they brought there was always a lurking shadow. The shadow of incompatibility; of the impossibility of being at once bound and free. The garden breeds a longing for the wild; the wild a homesickness… — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . . — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
until it had been clearly explained that men were always and always partly wrong in all their ideas, life would be full of poison… — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
The question was not how to get a job, but how to live by such jobs as I could get. — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment. — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
Real speech can only come from complete silence. Incomplete silence is as fussy as deliberate conversation. — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
The difference between you and me is that you think to live and I live to think. — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
