Quotes

The whole scene impressed Venters as a wild, austere, and mighty manifestation of nature. And as it somehow reminded him of his prospect in life, so it suddenly resembled the woman near him, only in her there were greater beauty and peril, a mystery more unsolvable, and something nameless that numbed his heart and dimmed his eye. ~ Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey "Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself." ~ Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey "The years that are gone seem like dreams--if one might go on sleeping and dreaming--but to wake up and find--oh! well! perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life." ~ The Awakening by Kate Chopin The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant. ~ The Awakening by Kate Chopin The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace. ~ The Awakening by Kate Chopin "I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled." ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens The one great principle of the English law is, to make business for itself. There is no other principle distinctly, certainly, and consistently maintained through all its narrow turnings. ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens Everything that Mr Smallweed's grandfather ever put away in his mind was a grub at first, and is a grub at last. In all his life he has never bred a single butterfly. ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens "Think! I've got enough to do, and little enough to get for it, without thinking." ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens And there he sits, munching and gnawing, and looking up at the great cross on the summit of St. Paul's Cathedral, glittering above a red-and-violet-tinted cloud of smoke. From the boy's face one might suppose that sacred emblem to be, in his eyes, the crowning confusion of the great, confused city--so golden, so high up, so far out of his reach. ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens