-
I'll not listen to reason... reason always means what someone else has got to say.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
It was his general plan to repress emotion by not showing the sympathy he felt.
Elizabeth Gaskell
-
How different men were to women!
Elizabeth Gaskell -
Trust a girl of sixteen for knowing well if she is pretty; concerning her plainness she may be ignorant.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
Anticipation was the soul of enjoyment.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall cease.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
Neither loss of father, nor loss of mother, dear as she was to Mr Thornton, could have poisoned the remembrance of the weeks, the days, the hours, when a walk of two miles, every step of which was pleasant, as it brought him nearer and nearer to her, took him to her sweet presence - every step of which was rich, as each recurring moment that bore him away from her made him recal some fresh grace in her demeanour, or pleasant pungency in her character.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
I never did write a biography, and I don't exactly know how to set about it; you see I have to be accurate and keep to the facts, a most difficult thing for a writer of fiction.
Elizabeth Gaskell
-
How easy it is to judge rightly after one sees what evil comes from judging wrongly!
Elizabeth Gaskell -
Were all men equal to-night, some would get the start by rising an hour earlier to-morrow.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
I say Gibson, we're old friends, and you're a fool if you take anything I say as an offense. Madam your wife and I didn't hit it off the only time I ever saw her. I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me!
Elizabeth Gaskell -
Don’t be afraid,” she said, coldly, “ as far as love may go she may be worthy of you. It must have taken a good deal to overcome her pride. Don’t be afraid, John.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
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 tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
It is odd enough to see how the entrance of a person of the opposite sex into an assemblage of either men or women calms down the little discordances and the disturbance of mood.
Elizabeth Gaskell
-
My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
People may flatter themselves just as much by thinking that their faults are always present to other people's minds, as if they believe that the world is always contemplating their individual charms and virtues.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
Nevertheless, his moustachios are splendid.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
I daresay it seems foolish; perhaps all our earthly trials will appear foolish to us after a while; perhaps they seem so now to angels. But we are ourselves, you know, and this is now, not some time to come, a long, long way off. And we are not angels, to be comforted by seeing the ends for which everything is sent.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
I value my own independence so highly that I can fancy no degradation greater than that of having another man perpetually directing and advising and lecturing me, or even planning too closely in any way about my actions. He might be the wisest of men, or the most powerful - I should equally rebel and resent his interference.
Elizabeth Gaskell
-
He shrank from hearing Margaret's very name mentioned; he, while he blamed her--while he was jealous of her--while he renounced her--he loved her sorely, in spite of himself.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
That kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
Thinking more of others’ happiness than of her own was very fine; but did it not mean giving up her very individuality, quenching all the warm love, the true desires, that made her herself? Yet in this deadness lay her only comfort; so it seemed.
Elizabeth Gaskell