Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike.
When we are treated well, we naturally begin to think that we are not altogether unmeritous, and that it is only just we should treat ourselves well, and not mar our own good fortune.
When a man has seen the woman whom he would have chosen if he had intended to marry speedily, his remaining a bachelor will usually depend on her resolution rather than on his.
When a conversation has taken a wrong turn for us, we only get farther and farther into the swamp of awkwardness.
What's broke can never be whole again.
What has that to do with Miss Brooke’s marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement.’ ‘He has got no good red blood in his body,’ said Sir James. ‘No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass...
We don't ask what a woman does; we ask whom she belongs to.
We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.
We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
We are all of us denying or fulfilling prayers – and men in their careless deeds walk amidst invisible outstretched arms and pleadings made in vain.
Upon my word, I think the truth is the hardest missile one can be pelted with.
Tom's contemptuous conception of a girl included the attribute of being unfit to walk in dirty places.
To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.
Three nails driven into the head commemorated as many crises in Maggie’s nine years of earthly struggle; that luxury of vengeance having been suggested to her by the picture of Jael destroying Sisera...
Those who have been indulged by fortune and have always thought of calamity as what happens to others, feel a blind incredulous rage at the reversal of their lot, and half believe that their wild crie...
There is no sorrow I have thought about more than that - to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.
There is no escaping the fact that want of sympathy condemns us to a corresponding stupidity.
There are conditions under which the most majestic person is obliged to sneeze, and our emotions are liable to be acted on in the same incongruous manner.
The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.
The wit of a family is usually best received among strangers.