“Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!”
“How can it be, after all this concentrated effort and separation, how can it be that I still resemble, so very closely, my own detestable mother?”
“And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky.”
“It’s amazing how long we put up with things we detest for the sake of a quiet life.”
“Hate is by far the greatest pleasure; men love in haste, but detest in leisure. ”
“Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.”