Somebody might have come along that way who would have asked him his trouble, and might have cheered him by saying that his notions were further advanced than those of his grammarian. But nobody did c...
She was at that modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called having a fancy for. It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in...
People who have always gone right don't know half as much about the nature and ways of going right as those do who have gone wrong.
My wicked heart will ramble on in spite of myself. (Arabella)
It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity
I wish I had never been born--there or anywhere else.
I hate to be what is called a clever girl--there are too many of that sort now!
His parted lips were lips which spoke, not of love, but of millions of miles; those were eyes which habitually gazed, not into the depths of other eyes, but into other worlds. Within his temples dwelt...
Here we suffer grief and pain, Here we meet to part again; In Heaven we part no more.
But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light.
Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of s...
What woman, indeed, among the most faithful adherents of the truth, believes the promises and threats of the Word in the sense in which she believes in her own children, or would not throw her theolog...
Troy's deformities lay deep down from a woman's vision, whilst his embellishments were upon the very surface; thus contrasting with homely Oak, whose defects were patent to the blindest, and whose vir...
To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world eastward is almost a palpable movement. The sensation may be caused by the panoramic glide of the stars...
She knew how to hit to a hair's breadth that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leavin...
Many of her thoughts were perfect syllogisms; unluckily they always remained thoughts. Only a few were irrational assumptions; but, unfortunately, they were the ones which most frequently grew into de...
Love is an utterly bygone, sorry, worn-out, miserable thing with me- for him or anyone else.
Life is an oasis which is submerged in the swirling waves of sorrows and agonies.