A great matter calls her son with terms like deal, and love.
Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.
If they came sorrowing, and wanting sympathy in a complicated trouble like the present, then they would be felt as a shadow in all these houses of intimate acquaintances, not friends.
He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word – holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look, told of more sympathy than could be put into words.
No one loves me, – no one cares for me, but you, mother.
But with the increase of serious and just ground of complaint, a new kind of patience had sprung up in her Mother’s mind. She was gentle and quiet in intense bodily suffering, almost in proportion as she had been restless and depressed when there had been no real cause for grief.
She freshens me up above a bit. Who’d ha thought that face – as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of – could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she’ll sin. All on us must sing.
I do not look on self-indulgent, sensual people as worthy of my hatred; I simply look upon them with contempt for their poorness of character.
The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.
I say Gibson, we’re old friends, and you’re a fool if you take anything I say as an offense. Madam your wife and I didn’t hit it off the only time I ever saw her. I won’t say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn’t me!
He is my first olive: let me make a face while I swallow it.
Did I ever say an engagement was an elephant, madam?
His laws once broken, His justice and the very nature of those laws bring the immutable retribution; but if we turn penitently to Him, He enables us to bear our punishment with a meek and docile heart, ’for His mercy endureth forever.
Similarity of opinion is not always – I think not often – needed for fullness and perfection of love.
I don’t believe there’s a man in Milton who knows how to sit still; and it is a great art.
But I was right. I think that must be an hereditary quality, for my father says he is scarcely ever wrong.
Only you’re right in saying she’s too good an opinion of herself to think of you. The saucy jade! I should like to know where she’d find a better!
When prayers were ended, and his Mother had wished him good-night with that long steady look of hers which conveyed no expression of the tenderness that was in her heart, but yet had all the intensity of a blessing.
Yes! He knew how she would love. He had not loved her without gaining that instinctive knowledge of what capabilities were in her. Her soul would walk in glorious sunlight if any man was worthy, by his power of loving, to win back her love.
Come! Poor little heart! Be cheery and brave. We’ll be a great deal to one another, if we are thrown off and left desolate.