автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Sanctuary

Edith Wharton

The sense of general providentialness

It was horrible to think that one’s deepest security was a mere sense of escape—that happiness was no more than a reprieve.

Her smile, however, was prolonged not so much by his approach as by her sense of the impossibility of communicating her mood to him. The feeling did not disturb her. She could not imagine sharing her deepest moods with any one

Then, as her eye adapted itself, as the lines flowed into each other, opening deep vistas upon new horizons, she began to enter into possession of her kingdom, to entertain the actual sense of its belonging to her.

the awakening clutch on life

There was nothing to account for this sudden sense of beatitude; but was it not this precisely which made it so irresistible, so overwhelming?

“I suppose you know what has been happening to me,”

it seemed as though the office must be empty.

A ghostlike self looked back at her from her toilet-glass: she watched it performing the mechanical gestures of the toilet, dressing her, as it appeared, without help from her actual self.

It was as though a clock had struck, loud and inexorably, marking off some irrecoverable hour.