There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future gratification of the same desire can ever oblitera...
The real sin ma'am, in my mind lies in thinking of ever wedding with a man you don't love honest and true.
Persons with any weight of character carry, like planets, their atmospheres along with them in their orbits.
Once let a maiden admit the possibility of her being stricken with love for some one at a certain hour and place, and the thing is as good as done.
O, how I wish I had never seen him! Loving is misery for women always.
Never in her life – she could swear it from the bottom of her soul – had she ever intended to do wrong; yet these hard judgments had come. Whatever her sins, they were not sins of intention, but of in...
Her experience had been of a kind to teach her, rightly or wrongly, that the doubtful honor of a brief transit through a sorry world hardly called for effusiveness, even when the path was suddenly irr...
I was court-martial in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
That innate love of melody, which she had inherited from her ballad-singing mother, gave the simplest music a power which could well-nigh drag her heart out of her bosom at times.
Some folks want their luck buttered.
So that, whatever the stars were made for, they were not made to please our eyes. It is just the same in everything; nothing is made for man.
She was but a transient impression, half forgotten.
Misfortune is a fine opiate to personal terror.
Love, though added emotion, is substracted capacity
Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness. Marriage transforms a distraction into a support, the power of which should be, and happily often is, in direct proportion to the degree of imbecilit...
I was born bad, and I have lived bad, and I shall die bad in all probability.
But no one came. Because no one ever does.
Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
Jude leaped out of arm's reach, and walked along the trackway weeping--not from the pain, though that was keen enough; not from the perception of the flaw in the terrestrial scheme, by which what was...