Elizabeth Gaskell Quotes
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I would not trust a mouse to a woman if a man's judgment could be had.
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Mr. Thornton felt that in this influx no one was speaking to Margaret, and was restless under this apparent neglect. But he never went near her himself; he did not look at her. Only, he knew what she was doing — or not doing — better than anyone else in the room. Margaret was so unconscious of herself, and so much amused by watching other people, that she never thought whether she was left unnoticed or not.
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Those who are happy and successful themselves are too apt to make light of the misfortunes of others.
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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 middle age,-all the richer and more human for having known this great passion.
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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 a vain show Life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, ‘All are shadows!—all are passing!—all is past!
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He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.
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There is always a pleasure in unravelling a mystery, in catching at the gossamer clue which will guide to certainty.
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Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.
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The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.
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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.
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Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.
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Mr Thornton would rather have heard that she was suffering the natural sorrow. In the first place, there was selfishness enough in him to have taken pleasure in the idea that his great love might come in to comfort and console her; much the same kind of strange passionate pleasure which comes stinging through a mother's heart, when her drooping infant nestles close to her, and is dependent upon her for everything.
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All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.
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He shook hands with Margaret. He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact.
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Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!' 'Not good enough! Don't mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness.
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Even before he left the room, — and certainly, not five minutes after, the clear conviction dawned upon her, shined bright upon her, that he did love her; that he had loved her; that he would love her. And she shrank and shuddered as under the fascination of some great power.