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A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time before sunset, and the place, the West Barricade, at the very spot where, a decade later, a proud tyrant raised an undying monument to the nation's glory and his own vanity.
Emma Orczy -
There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.
Emma Orczy
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She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.
Emma Orczy -
A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.
Emma Orczy -
Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that -- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.
Emma Orczy -
...but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.
Emma Orczy -
Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.
Emma Orczy