I imagine that a few of the gentlefolks of Cranford were poor, and had some difficulty in making both ends meet; but they were like the Spartans, and concealed their smart under a smiling face.
Honi soit qui mal y pense.
He never looked at her; and yet, the careful avoidance of his eyes betokened that in some way he knew exactly where, if they fell by chance, they would rest on her. If she spoke, he gave no sign of at...
Each dainty little child ran up to its mother, or aunt, or particular friend; but Molly had no one to go to.
But her little white thin hand lay in mine; and we understood each other without words.
But fate it a cunning hussy, and builds up her plans as imperceptibly as a bird builds her nest; and with the same kind of unconsidered trifles.
ANGEL VISITS 'As angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.' HENRY VAUGHAN.
Sometimes one likes foolish people for their folly, better than wise people for their wisdom.
Begin to understand now what heaven must be—and, oh! the grandeur and repose of the words—The same yesterday, to-day, and for ever. Everlasting! From everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God. That
Women are queer, unreasoning creatures, and are just as likely as not to love a man who has been throwing away his affection.
When God will not use thee in one kind, yet He will in another. A soul that desires to serve and honour Him shall never want opportunity to do it; nor must thou so limit the Holy One of Israel as to t...
What does it signify how we dress here at Cranford, where everybody knows us? And if they go from home, their reason is equally cogent, What does it signify how we dress here, where nobody knows us?
Upon my word, you don't think small beer of yourself! Hamper
Thinking has, many a time, made me sad, darling; but doing never did in all my life.
They seemed as if they had never missed Sylvia; no more did her mother for that matter, for she was busy and absorbed in her afternoon dairy-work to all appearance. But Sylvia had noted the watching n...
The question always is, has everything been done to make the sufferings of these exceptions as small as possible? Or, in the triumph of the crowded procession, have the helpless been trampled on, inst...
The meanest thing to which we bid adieu, Loses its meanness in the parting hour.
The Jews, or Mohammedans (I forget which), believe that there is one little bone of our body,—one of the vertebrae, if I remember rightly,—which will never decay and turn to dust, but will lie incorru...
So on those happy days of yore Oft as I dare to dwell once more, Still must I miss the friends so tried, Whom Death has severed from my side. But ever when true friendship binds, Spirit it is that spi...
She went out, going rapidly towards the country, and trying to drown reflection by swiftness of motion.