Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.
They spoke very little of their mutual feeling; pretty phrases and warm expressions being probably unnecessary between such tried friends.
A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.
Happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.
Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
People go on marrying because they can't resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month's pleasure with a life's discomfort.
It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?
But no one came. Because no one ever does.
Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks…
Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?
And at home by the fire, whenever you look up there I shall be— and whenever I look up, there will be you. -Gabriel Oak
If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.
I shall do one thing in this life - one thing certain - that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.
The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among things done, but among things willed.
A man's silence is wonderful to listen to.
...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes
Well, what I mean is that I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband.
You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!
This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?
So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope....
She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, feared at tea-parties, hated in shops, and loved at crises.
Sometimes I shrink from your knowing what I have felt for you, and sometimes I am distressed that all of it you will never know.
My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
I agree to the conditions, Angel; because you know best what my punishment ought to be; only - only - don't make it more than I can bear!
Remember that the best and greatest among mankind are those who do themselves no worldly good. Every successful man is more or less a selfish man. The devoted fail...
Don't think of what's past!" said she. "I am not going to think outside of now. Why should we! Who knows what tomorrow has in store?
You overrate my capacity of love. I don't posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.
We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
