Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education they grow firm there, firm as weeds among stones.
This harsh little man — this pitiless censor — gathers up all your poor scattered sins of vanity, your luckless chiffon of rose- color, your small fringe of a wreath, your small scrap of ribbon, your...
I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.
Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
Consistency, madam, is the first of Christian duties.
لقد منحنا الله -إلى حدٍ ما- القدرة على صنع قدرنا بأنفسنا.
Where my soul went during that swoon I cannot tell. Whatever she saw, or wherever she travelled in her trance on that strange night she kept her own secret; never whispering a word to Memory, and baff...
Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.
If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love our friends for their sakes rather than for our own.
If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.
I knew, he continued, you would do me good in some way, at some time;—I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their expression and smile did not—(again he stopped)—did not (he proceeded hastily...
I knew I was catching at straws; but in the wide and weltering deep where I found myself, I would have caught at cobwebs.
I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they had nor co...
How dare I, Mrs Reed? How dare I? Because it is the truth. You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity.
Don’t talk to me about her, John: I told you not to go near her; she isnot worthy of notice; I do not choose that either you or your sistersshould associate with her.Here, leaning over the banister, I...
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
There is a perverse mood of the mind which is rather soothed than irritated by misconstruction; and in quarters where we can never be rightly known, we take pleasure, I think, in being consummately ig...
Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third storey, backwards and forwards, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind's eye to dwell on whatever bright vision...
One morning at the end of the two years, as I was writing a letter to his dictation, he came and bent over me, and said--Jane, have you a glittering ornament round your neck? I had a gold watch-chain:...