Charlotte Riddell Quotes

United Kingdom, Writer
September 30, 1832 – September, 24, 1906.

Charlotte Riddell, known also as Mrs J. H. Riddell , was a popular and influential Irish-born writer in the Victorian period. She was the author of 56 books, novels and short stories, and also became part-owner and editor of St. James's Magazine, a prominent London literary journal in the 1860s.

All truth contains an echo of sadness.

Charlotte Riddell
- Truth
- Sadness
- Echo
It was a bad night to be about with such a feeling in one's heart. The rain was cold, pitiless and increasing. A damp, keen wind blew down the cross streets leading from the river. The fumes of the gas works seemed to fall with the rain. The roadway was muddy; the pavement greasy; the lamps burned dimly; and that dreary district of London looked its very gloomiest and worst.

Charlotte Riddell
- Night
- London
- Dreary

Fragmentarily the City is nothing, but collectively it is gigantic.

Charlotte Riddell
- City
- Gigantic
If quarrelling be really the renewal of love, theirs had been renewed once a day at all events, and frequently much oftener.

Charlotte Riddell
- Love
- Day
- Events