Sons and Lovers

"But if you're a MAN?" she had cried. "Being a man isn't everything," he replied, frowning with puzzled helplessness.

"Because--the difference between people isn't in their class, but in themselves. Only from the middle classes one gets ideas, and from the common people--life itself, warmth. You feel their hates and loves."

This coming child was too much for her. If it were not for William and Annie, she was sick of it, the struggle with poverty and ugliness and meanness.

love should give a sense of freedom, not of prison.

He always ran away from the battle with himself.

Neither knew that she was more tolerant because she loved him less.

She always felt a mixture of anguish in her love for him.

With Mrs. Morel it was one of those still moments when the small frets vanish, and the beauty of things stands out, and she had the peace and the strength to see herself.

She seemed to understand better now about men, and what they could or would do. She was less afraid of them, more sure of herself. That they were not the small egoists she had imagined them made her more comfortable.