In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving
I can't bear that they, and everybody, should think people wicked because they may have chosen to live their own way!
I am in a chaos of principles—groping in the dark—acting by instinct and not after example. Eight or nine years ago when I came here first, I had a neat stock of fixed opinions, but they dropped away...
For the love of men like Fitzpiers is unquestionably of such quality as to bear division and transference. He had indeed once declared, though not to her, that on one occasion he had noticed himself t...
A sort of halo, an occidental glow, came over life then. Troubles and other realities took on themselves a metaphysical impalpability, sinking to mere mental phenomena for serene contemplation, and no...
There is a good deal too strange to be believed nothing is too strange to have happened.
Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
Why it was that upon this beautiful feminine tissue, sensitive as gossamer, and practically blank as snow as yet, there should have been traced such a coarse pattern as it was doomed to receive; why s...
What a fool she must have been ever to have had anything to do with the man!
To have lost is less disturbing than to wonder if we may possibly have won; and Eustacia could now, like other people at such a stage, take a standing-point outside herself, observe herself as a disin...
Though it may be right to care more for the benefit of the many than for the indulgence of your own single self, when you consider that the many, and duty to them, only exist to you through your own e...
Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.
This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?
The first man he came to was running about in a great hurry, as if his thoughts were several yards in advance of his body, which they could never drag on fastt enough.
That mercy towards one set of creatures was cruelty towards another sickened his sense of harmony. As you got older, and felt yourself to be at the center of your time, and not at a point in its circu...
Sometimes more bitterness is sown in five minutes than can be got rid of in a whole life;
So many people make a name nowadays, that it is more distinguished to remain in obscurity.
So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope....
She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, feared at tea-parties, hated in shops, and loved at crises.
She heard footsteps brushing the grass, and had a consciousnesss that love was encircling her like a perfume.