Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.
Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.
Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known. The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return -- that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. For a moment I felt that I had discovered a great truth.
I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.
I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.
Oh, comfortable cocoa!
My God - it's a green child!" said the American. "What is this place - the House of Usher?
Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.
How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!
I wanted so terribly to be good to him.
What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?
Ham with mustard is a meal of glory
Oh, wise young judge.
Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.
And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.
Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.
Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.
Sometimes [the expression] old age has a kind of harrowing beauty. But elderly - ugh!
...surely I could give him--a sort of contentment... That isn't enough to give. Not for the giver.
I'm convinced England's overflowing with eccentric people, places, happenings. Indeed, you might say eccentricity's normal in England.
Well, my paper has asked me to do a series: Lives of the Great Musicians, reading time 2 minutes.
There was a wonderful atmosphere of gentle age, a smell of flowers and beeswax, sweet yet faintly sour and musty; a smell that makes you feel very tender towards the past.
When things mean a very great deal to you, exciting anticipation just isn't safe.
The Devil's out of fashion.
I could marry the Devil himself if he had some money.
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