“She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.”
“This solitude opressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.”
“She is entirely in her closed eyes, and quite alone with her soul, in the bosom of the most intimate attention... She feels in herself that she is becoming some event.”
“She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.”
“mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?”
“She found, what has been sometimes found before, that an event to which she had been looking with impatient desire did not, in taking place, bring all the satisfaction she had promised herself.”