‘Her mind, swaying back to the protection that religion has afforded her, almost she wished that it had not failed her. An illusion. Yes. But better, far better, than this terrible reality.’

– Nella Larsen, Quicksand

‘Yes, life went on precisely as before. It was only she that had changed. Knowing, stumbling on this thing, had changed her. It was as if in a house long dim a match had been struck, showing ghastly shapes where had been only blurred shadows.’

– Nella Larsen, Passing 

‘Irene pressed out her cigarette. While doing so, she saw again the vision of Clare Kendry staring disdainfully down at the face of her father, and thought that it would be like that that she would look at her husband if he lay dead before her.’

– Nella Larsen, Passing 

‘He wondered, as he walked deftly through the impassioned traffic on the Avenue, how she would adjust her life if he were to withdraw from it. . . . How peaceful it would be to have no woman in one’s life!’

– Nella Larsen, Freedom