I could not answer the ceaseless inward question-why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of-I will not say how many years, I see it clearly.
Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.
I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.
If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity.
To prolong doubt was to prolong hope.
Life is still life, whatever its pangs; our eyes and ears and their use remain with us, though the prospect of what pleases be wholly withdrawn, and the sound of what consoles must be silenced.
Your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you.
Good fortune opens the hand as well as the heart wonderfully; and to give somewhat when we have largely received, but to afford a vent to the unusual ebullition of the sensations.
Wise people say it is folly to think anybody perfect; and as to likes and dislikes, we should be friendly to all, and worship none.
The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.
To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only. It is the sole standard by which you have a right to judge me – the sole ground on which I accept your judgment.
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
What necessity is there to dwell on the Past, when the Present is so much surer-the Future so much brighter?
That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life – November seasons of disaster, when a man’s hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect.
You mocking changeling- fairy-born and human-bred!
I believe that creature is a changeling: she is a perfect cabinet of oddities.
I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.
Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank.