Quotes

It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. ~ Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow. ~ The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot "I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them." ~ The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot "I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out." ~ The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us. ~ Middlemarch by George Eliot It may almost be a question whether such wisdom as many of us have in our mature years has not come from the dying out of the power of temptation, rather than as the results of thought and resolution. ~ The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope "And, above all things, never think that you're not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. My belief is that in life people will take you very much at your own reckoning." ~ The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope Such young men are often awkward, ungainly, and not yet formed in their gait; they straggle with their limbs, and are shy; words do not come to them with ease, when words are required, among any but their accustomed associates. Social meetings are periods of penance to them, and any appearance in public will unnerve them. They go much about alone, and blush when women speak to them. In truth, they are not as yet men, whatever the number may be of their years; and, as they are no longer boys, the world has found for them the ungraceful name of hobbledehoy. ~ The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope I doubt whether any girl would be satisfied with her lover's mind if she knew the whole of it. ~ The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope Flippancy, the most hopeless form of intellectual vice. ~ New Grub Street by George Gissing