22 quotes found
“I'll borrow of imagination what reality will not give me.”
“In her past were sweet passages, in her future rosy hopes.”
“Our power of being happy lies a good deal in ourselves, I believe.”
“Endurance over-goaded, stretched the hand of fraternity to sedition.”
“I will bestir myself,' was her resolution, 'and try to be wise if I cannot be good.”
“. . . nobody in particular is to blame, that I can see, for the state in which things are . . .”
“God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existen...”
“Milton's Eve! Milton's Eve! ... Milton tried to see the first woman; but Cary, he saw her not ... I would beg to remind him that the first men of the earth were Titans, and that Eve was their mothe...”
“If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed; but the cleverest, the acutest men are often under an illusion about women: they do not read them in a true light: they misappre...”
“There are certain phrases potent to make my blood boil -- improper influence! What old woman's cackle is that?""Are you a young lady?""I am a thousand times better: I am an honest woman, and as suc...”
“At heart, he could not abide sense in women: he liked to see them as silly, as light-headed, as vain, as open to ridicule as possible; because they were then in reality what he held them to be, and...”
“No: I shall not marry Samuel Fawthrop Wynne.""I ask why? I must have a reason. In all respects he is more than worthy of you."She stood on the hearth; she was pale as the white marble slab and corn...”
“Every joy that life gives must be earned ere it be secured; and how hardly earned, those only know who have wrestled for great prizes. The heart’s blood must gem with red beads the brow of the comb...”
“Her book has perhaps been a good one; it has refreshed, refilled, rewarmed her heart; it has set her brain astir, furnished her mind with pictures.”
“Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.”
“Having a large world of his own in his own head and heart, he tolerated confinement to a small, still corner of the real world very patiently.”
“. . . they would neither hate nor envy us if they did not deem us so much happier than themselves.”
“Gratitude is a divine emotion. It fills the heart, not to bursting; it warms it, but not to fever. I like to taste leisurely of bliss. Devoured in haste, I do not know its flavor.”
“. . . at eighteen the true narrative of life is yet to becommenced. Before that time we sit listening to a tale, a marvelous fiction, delightful sometimes, and sad sometimes, almost always unreal. ...”
“He did not yet known how many commenced lefe-romances are doomed never to get beyond the first, or at most the second chapter.”
“Existence was never originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me among the rest.”
