Fear, » the doctor said, « is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.
Hill House itself, not sane, stood against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, its walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
Je choisis mes amis pour leur bonne présentation, mes connaissances pour leur bon caractère et mes ennemis pour leur bonne intelligence. Un homme ne peut être trop soigneux dans le choix de ses ennemis; je n’en ai point un seul qui soit un sot; ce sont tous des hommes d’une certaine puissance intellectuelle et, par conséquent, ils m’apprécient.
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
Je choisis mes amis pour leur bonne présentation, mes connaissances pour leur bon caractère et mes ennemis pour leur bonne intelligence. Un homme ne peut être trop soigneux dans le choix de ses ennemis; je n’en ai point un seul qui soit un sot; ce sont tous des hommes d’une certaine puissance intellectuelle et, par conséquent, ils m’apprécient.