Ask , and it shall be given until you. That is no vain or untried promise, Ruth!

She disliked him more for having mastered her inner will. How dared he say that he would love her still, even though she shook him off with contempt? She wished she had spoken more –...

Loyalty and obedience to wisdom and justice are fine; but it is still finer to defy arbitrary power, unjustly and cruelly used–not on behalf of ourselves, but on behalf of others more helpless.

How easy it is to judge rightly after one sees what evil comes from judging wrongly.

She had a fierce pleasure in the idea of telling Margaret unwelcome truths, in the shape of performance of duty.

I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!

He had tenderness in his heart — ‘a soft place,’ as Nicholas Higgins called it; but he had some pride in concealing it; he kept it very sacred and safe, and was jealous of every...

God is just, and our lots are well portioned out by Him, although none, but He knows the bitterness of our souls.

On some such night as this she remembered promising to herself to live as brave and noble a life as any heroine she ever read or heard of in romance, a life sans peur et...

She continued her own studies, principally attending to German, and to Literature; and every Sunday she went alone to the German and English chapels. Her walks too were solitary, and principally taken in the allée...

But suppose it was truth double strong, it were no truth to me if I couldna take it in. I daresay there’s truth in yon Latin book on your shelves; but it’s gibberish and no...

Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I’m sure! Such a thing has never entered her head.” “Entering her heart would do.

But I got through the review, for all their Latin and French; I did, and if you doubt me, you just look at the end of the great ledger, turn it upside down, and you’ll...

The distant sea, lapping the sandy shore with measured sound; the nearer cries of the donkey-boys; the unusual scenes moving before her like pictures, which she cared not in her laziness to have fully explained...

No tenemos derecho a comparar el valor de una vida humana con otra.

Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.

A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly — better than always doubting and doubting and seeing difficulties and disagreeables in everything.

She never called her son by any name but John; ‘love’ and ‘dear’, and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.

Sometimes one likes foolish people for their folly, better than wise people for their wisdom.

I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don’t hate her, i do’Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and...

I dare say there’s many a woman makes as sad a mistake as I have done, and only finds it out too late.

All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties—leaning against a hope—a hope that first had bowed, and then had broke as soon as he really tried its...

She freshens me up above a bit. Who’d ha thought that face – as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of – could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder...

… that kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations …

He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word – holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look,...

What other people may think of the rightness or wrongness is nothing in comparison to my own deep knowledge, my innate conviction that it was wrong.

A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall cease.

There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.

Now, in Mr. Thornton’s face the straight brows fell over the clear deep-set earnest eyes, which, without being unpleasantly sharp, seemed intent enough to penetrate into the very heart and core of what he was...

I value my ownindependence so highly that I can fancy no degradation greater than thatof having another man perpetually directing and advising and lecturingme, or even planning too closely in any way about my actions....

He almost said to himself that he did not like her, before their conversation ended; he tried so hard to compensate himself for the mortified feeling, that while he looked upon her with an admiration...

We do not look for reason for logic in the passionate entreaties of those who are sick unto death; we are stung with the recollection of a thousand slighted opportunities of fulfilling the wishes of...

No one loves me, – no one cares for me, but you, mother.

I only mean, Bessy, there’s good and bad in everything in this world; and as you felt the bad up here, I thought it was but fair you should know the bad down there.

The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.

If all the world spoke, acted, or kept silence with intent to deceive, –if dearest interests were at stake, and dearest lives in peril, –if no one should ever know of her truth or her...

But she had learnt, in those solemn hours of thought, that she herself must one day answer for her own life, and what she had done with it; and she tried to settle that most...

I am so tired – so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle...

Dixon was not unconscious of this awed reverence which was given to her; nor did she dislike it; it flattered her as much as Louis the Fourteenth was flattered by his courtiers shading their eyes...

It seemed as though he gave way all at once; he was so languid that he could not control his thoughts; they would wander to her; they would bring back the scene,- not of his...

My father once made us,” she began, “keep a diary, in two columns; on one side we were to put down in the morning what we thought would be the course and events of the...

In a few minutes tea was brought. Very delicate was the china, very old the plate, very thin the bread-and-butter, and very small the lumps of sugar. Sugar was evidently Mrs. Jamieson’s favourite economy.

The morning brought more peace if it did not entirely dissipate fear.

Now, the error which many parents commit in the treatment of the individual at this time(adolescense) is, insisting on the same unreasoning obedience as when all he had to do in the way of duty...

She would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What...

Well, He had known what love was-a sharp pang, a fierce experience, in the midst of whose flames he was struggling! but, through that furnace he would fight his way out into the serenity of...

Love me as I am, sweet one, for I shall never be better.

It was her brother,’ said Mr. Thornton to himself. ‘I am glad.I may never see her again; but it is comfort-a relief-to know that much. I knew she could not be unmaidenly; and yet I...

He swallowed down the dry choking sobs which had been heaving up from his heart hitherto …

She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the...