Sons and Lovers Part Two Quotes

LAD-AND-GIRL LOVE

The air was dim and coloured from the windows and thrilled with a subtle scent of lilies and narcissi. (167)

A high wind, blowing through the loopholes, went brushing up the shaft, and filled the girl's skirts like a ballon, so that she was ashamed, until he took the hem of her dress and held it down for her.(168)

But she did not suffer so much, because she despised the trivality of these other people. And Paul hated er because, somehow, she spoilt his ease and naturalness. And he writhed himself with a feeling of humiliation (179).

STRIFE IN LOVE

"But don't you think she's a fine woman?" she said, in a deep tone. "Yes-in stature. But without a grain of taste. I like her for some things. Is she disagreeable?(187)"

There was still another silence. This particular sadness between them thrilled her soul. He seemed so beautiful with his eyes gone dark, and looking as if they were deep as the deepest well.(188)

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued, so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether.(190)

Miriam talked books a little. That was her unfailing topic.(191)

He bled her beliefs till she almost lost consciousness.(192)

She wants to draws him out and absorb him till there is nothing left of him, even for himself. He will never be a man on his own feet-she will suck him up(193)"

He walked biting his lips and with clenched fists, going at a great rate. (193)

It was a glistening, white-and-blue da. Big clouds, so brilliant, went by overhead, while shadows stole along on the water. The clear spaces in the sky were of clean, cold blue.(194)

It urged him to an intensity like madness, which fascinated him, as drug-taking might. (194)

So they read Balzac, and did compositions, and felt highl cultured. (195)

Orion, towards the west. His jewels glimmered for a moment, his dog ran low, struggling with difficulty through the spume of cloud.(195)

Hs thick hair was tumbled over his forehead.(207)

He saw her peerng forward at the page, her red lips parted piteously, the black hair springing in the fine strands across her tawny, ruddy checks. (208)

He knitted his brows with pain. (212)

DEFEAT OF MIRIAM