My neighbor Alice Pierce is fond of singing folk music to her garden plants. Thinks it makes them grow or something. The… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
I know something of shame...How can we not all feel it? We are all small-minded people, creeping about the earth grubbing for… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
The world is full of small ignorances. We must all do our best to ignore them and thereby keep them small, don't… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
I later realized that this is my view of passion: It is rooted in genuine friendship. Chemistry may be two strangers exchanging smoldering looks—but… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
“There is often an inverse correlation between genius and personal hygiene.” — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
But it's not enough to be in love. It's about how you spend your days, what you do together, who you choose as friends,… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
My neighbor Alice Pierce is fond of singing folk music to her garden plants. Thinks it makes them grow or something. The Major had… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
“do you really know what it means to be in love with an unsuitable woman?" "Is there any other kind?” — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
“So he dreams himself the life he cannot have?” “Exactly. But we, who can do anything, we refuse to live our dreams on the… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
“he realized he had inspired a sense of trust and indebtedness that would make it entirely impossible for an honorable man to attempt to… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
“At our age, surely there are better things to sustain us, to sustain a marriage, than the brief flame of passion?" ..."You are mistaken,… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
“It took him a moment to realize that they had been painted to look like fingernails, and he sighed over the extraordinary range of… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
“She looked at him and he read in her eyes a disappointment that he should have stooped to the dead relative excuse. Yet he… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
“He had never imagined so clearly the consequences of mailing a letter—the impossibility of retrieving it from the iron mouth of the box; the… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
