Quotes

No legacy is so rich as honesty. ~ All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare The sky was darkened, and a low rumbling sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many wings, a great chattering and laughing, and the sun came out of the dark sky to show the Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of immense and powerful wings on his shoulders. ~ The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum "Your father, Jo. He never loses patience, never doubts or complains, but always hopes, and works and waits so cheerfully that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him." ~ Little Women by Louisa May Alcott We should acknowledge God merciful, but not always for us comprehensible. ~ Villette by Charlotte Bronte "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 misapprehend them, both for good and evil. Their good woman is a queer thing, half doll, half angel; their bad woman almost always a fiend." ~ Shirley by Charlotte Bronte Love can excuse anything except meanness; but meanness kills love, cripples even natural affection; without esteem true love cannot exist. ~ Shirley by Charlotte Bronte The wings of action and ambition could not long lie folded. ~ Shirley by Charlotte Bronte Love is real—the most real, the most lasting, the sweetest and yet the bitterest thing we know. ~ Shirley by Charlotte Bronte "You do not know how the people of this country bear malice. It is the boast of some of them that they can keep a stone in their pocket seven years, turn it at the end of that time, keep it seven years longer, and hurl it and hit their mark 'at last.'" ~ Shirley by Charlotte Bronte The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud disparts and rolls away from heaven, not passing and leaving a sea all sapphire, but tossed buoyant before a continued, long-sounding, high-rushing moonlight tempest. The moon reigns glorious, glad of the gale, as glad as if she gave herself to his fierce caress with love. ~ Shirley by Charlotte Bronte