Long Day's Journey Into Night
[My mother] used to scold my father. She'd grumble, "You never tell me, never mind what it costs, when I buy anything! You've spoiled the girl so, I pity her husband if she ever marries. She'll expect him to give her the moon. She'll never make a good wife."
She laughs affectionately.
She smiles at Tyrone with a strange, incongruous coquetry.
But she was mistaken, wasn't she James? I haven't been such a bad wife, have I? (3.1.74)
Who wants to see life as it is, if they can help it? It's the three Gorgons in one. You look in their faces and turn to stone. Or it's Pan. You see him and you die – that is, inside you – and have to go on living as a ghost. […] We are such stuff as manure is made on, so let's drink up and forget it. (4.1.42-44)
I suppose I can't forgive her – yet. It meant so much. I'd begun to hope, if she'd beaten the game, I could, too. (4.1. 92)