“I made spasmodic efforts to work, assuring myself that once I began working I would forget her. The difficulty was in beginning. There was a feeling of weakness, a sort of powerlessness now, as though I were about to be… — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“The sick constriction of the heart was undeniable; there was a melancholy truth in the fact that it was suffering which made me, I thought, at last real to myself.” — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“She inhabited a world from which I was excluded, and she had left me in an immense empty space.” — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“Yes, the man said, I've often wondered why I impress people as being altogether sad, and yet I insist I am not sad, and… — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“I had no idea what a delicious feeling it was, to be free, to be absolutely unconcerned about whether one loved or didn't love.… — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“I made spasmodic efforts to work, assuring myself that once I began working I would forget her. The difficulty was in beginning. There was… — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“We go from disappointment to disappointment, from hope to denial, from expectation to surrender, as we grow older, thinking or coming to think that… — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“The sick constriction of the heart was undeniable; there was a melancholy truth in the fact that it was suffering which made me, I… — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“There were times when I would forget her, though they were rare, and it would be for a time as though she had never… — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“Your only vice is yourself. The worst of all. The really incurable one.” — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
“Why didn't I go back to New York? New York, New York; she'd never had any luck with anybody from New York. I was… — Alfred Hayes Copy Share Image
