I'm not a fool; and if I was, folk ought to ha' taught me how to be wise after their fashion. I could mappen ha' learnt, if any one had tried to teach me.
I remember Miss Bronte once telling me that it was a saying round about Haworth, Keep a stone in thy pocket seven year; turn it, and keep it seven year longer, that it may be ever ready to thine hand...
I reckon, if they heard him, they'd tell him (if I cotched 'em one by one), he might go back and get what he could for his work, even if it weren't so much as they ordered.
I never knew what sad work the reading of old-letters was before that evening, though I could hardly tell why. The letters were as happy as letters could be — at least those early letters were. There...
I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you don't understand me
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.
I do not look on self-indulgent, sensual people as worthy of my hatred; I simply look upon them with contempt for their poorness of character.
I ask your pardon,' replied Bessy, humbly. 'Sometimes, when I've thought o' my life, and the little pleasure I've had in it, I've believed that, maybe, I was one of those doomed to die by the falling...
He went along the crowded streets mechanically, winding in and out among the people, but never seeing them,—almost sick with longing for that one half-hour—that one brief space of time when she clung...
God has made us so that we must be mutually dependent. We may ignore our own dependence, or refuse to acknowledge that others depend upon us in more respects than the payment of weekly wages; but the...
For sure, th' world is in a confusion that passes me or any other man to understand; it needs fettling, and who's to fettle it, if it's as yon folks say, and there's nought but what we see?
For never any thing can be amiss When simpleness and duty tender it.' MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
Every talent, every feeling, every acquirement; nay, even every tendency towards virtue, was used up as materials for fireworks; the hidden, sacred fire, exhausted itself in sparkle and crackle. They...
Each dainty little child ran up to its mother, or aunt, or particular friend; but Molly had no one to go to.
But, surely, if the mind is too long directed to one object only, it will get stiff and rigid, and unable to take in many interests,
But these factory people, who on earth wears cotton that can afford linen?
But she had learnt, in those solemn hours of thought, that she herself must one day answer for her own life, and what she had done with it; and she tried to settle that most difficult problem for wome...
And so she shuddered away from the threat of his enduring love. What did he mean? Had she not the power to daunt him? She would see. It was more daring than became a man to threaten her.
And flowering all the year round, especially at Christmas—make your picture complete,' said he. 'No,
And besides, in the matter of friendship, I have observed that the disappointment here arises chiefly, from liking our friends too well, or thinking of them too highly, but rather from an over-estima...