Quotes

"I have to live for others and not for myself: that's middle class morality." ~ Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw "The great secret, Eliza, is not having bad manners or good manners or any other particular sort of manners, but having the same manner for all human souls: in short, behaving as if you were in Heaven, where there are no third-class carriages, and one soul is as good as another." ~ Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw "The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she's treated." ~ Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw "I sold flowers. I didn't sell myself. Now you've made a lady of me I'm not fit to sell anything else." ~ Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw "But you have no idea how frightfully interesting it is to take a human being and change her into a quite different human being by creating a new speech for her. It's filling up the deepest gulf that separates class from classand soul from soul." ~ Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw "Women upset everything. When you let them into your life, you find that the woman is driving at one thing and you're driving at another." ~ Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw "Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech: that your native language is the language of Shakespeare and Milton and The Bible; and don't sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon." ~ Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw She lifted her face to him, and he bent forward and kissed her on the mouth, gently, with the one kiss that is an eternal pledge. And as he kissed her his heart strained again in his breast. He never intended to love her. But now it was over. He had crossed over the gulf to her, and all that he had left behind had shrivelled and become void. ~ The Horse Dealer's Daughter by D. H. Lawrence Only now it had become indispensable to him to have her face pressed close to him; he could never let her go again. He could never let her head go away from the close clutch of his arm. He wanted to remain like that for ever, with his heart hurting him in a pain that was also life to him. ~ The Horse Dealer's Daughter by D. H. Lawrence From politics, it was an easy step to silence. ~ Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen