Mother and Child

Mother and Child
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Nude on the Beach
Yes.... But Sue--my wife, as you are!" he burst out; "my old reproach to you was, after all, a true one. You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart-- your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite--not a woman!" ¡¡¡¡ "At first I did not love you, Jude; that I own. When I first knew you I merely wanted you to love me. I did not exactly flirt with you; but that inborn craving which undermines some women's morals almost more than unbridled passion--the craving to attract and captivate, regardless of the injury it may do the man-- was in me; and when I found I had caught you, I was frightened. And then--I don't know how it was--I couldn't bear to let you go-- possibly to Arabella again--and so I got to love you, Jude. But you see, however fondly it ended, it began in the selfish and cruel wish to make your heart ache for me without letting mine ache for you."