No tenemos derecho a comparar el valor de una vida humana con otra.
Those who are happy and successful themselves are too apt to make light of the misfortunes of others.
Anticipation was the soul of enjoyment.
Sometimes one likes foolish people for their folly, better than wise people for their wisdom.
I am so tired – so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually.
One may be clogged with honey and unable to rise and fly.
Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the Infidel, knelt down together. It did them no harm.
He could not – say rather, he would not – deny himself the chance of the pleasure of seeing Margaret. He had no end in this but the present gratification.
It is bad to believe you in error. It would be infinitely worse to have known you a hypocrite.
Oh yes!? and suddenly the wintry frost-bound look of care had left Mr. Thornton’s face, as if some soft summer gale had blown all anxiety away from his mind; and, though his mouth was as much compressed as before, his eyes smiled out benignly on his questioner.
I dare say there’s many a woman makes as sad a mistake as I have done, and only finds it out too late.
I have passed out of childhood into old age. I have had no youth – no womanhood; the hopes of womanhood have closed for me – for I shall never marry; and I anticipate cares and sorrows just as if I were an old woman, and with the same fearful spirit.
Nevertheless, his moustachios are splendid.
But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness – the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.
As she realized what might have been, she grew to be thankful for what was.
I could wish there were a God, if it were only to ask him to bless thee.
Yet is was very difficult to separate her interpretation, and keep it distinct from his meaning.
Oh, I can’t describe my home. It is home, and I can’t put its charm into words.
How am I to dress up in my finery, and go off and away to smart parties, after the sorrow I have seen today?
I never did write a biography, and I don’t exactly know how to set about it; you see I have to be accurate and keep to the facts, a most difficult thing for a writer of fiction.