London's like a forest ... we shall be lost in it. Mary Elizabeth Braddon More Quotes by Mary Elizabeth Braddon More Quotes From Mary Elizabeth Braddon Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea. Mary Elizabeth Braddon pretty-woman tea looks Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-contained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no colour from the outer world. Mary Elizabeth Braddon individuality self world My intellect is a little way upon the wrong side of that narrow boundary-line between sanity and insanity. Mary Elizabeth Braddon lines littles insanity it is easy to starve, but it is difficult to stoop. Mary Elizabeth Braddon difficult poverty easy When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach. Mary Elizabeth Braddon breach love-each-other seems love is so very subtle an essence, such an indefinable metaphysical marvel, that its due force, though very cruelly felt by the sufferer himself, is never clearly understood by those who look on at its torments and wonder why he takes the common fever so badly. Mary Elizabeth Braddon fever essence love-is Self-assertion may deceive the ignorant for a time; but when the noise dies away, we cut open the drum, and find it was emptiness that made the music. Mary Elizabeth Braddon ignorant cutting self The strongest proof of repentance is the endeavor to atone. Mary Elizabeth Braddon endeavor repentance proof Life is such a very troublesome matter, when all is said and done, that it's as well even to take its blessings quietly. Mary Elizabeth Braddon done blessing life Our virtues, as well as our vices, are often scourges for our own backs. Mary Elizabeth Braddon wells virtue vices There is "a mental fatigue which is a spurious kind of remorse, and has all the anguish of the nobler feeling. It is an utter weariness and prostration of spirit, a sickness of heart and mind, a bitter longing to lie down and die. Mary Elizabeth Braddon feelings heart lying A modern writer likens coquettes to those hunters who do not eat the game which they have successfully pursued. Mary Elizabeth Braddon coquette hunters games You seem to have quite a taste for discussing these horrible subjects," she said, rather scornfully; "you ought to have been a detective police officer. Mary Elizabeth Braddon police taste patience Amiability is the redeeming quality of fools. Mary Elizabeth Braddon redeeming-qualities fool quality Of course there are exceptional circumstances, and there is exceptional talent; but, unhappily, exceptional talent does not always win its reward unless favoured by exceptional circumstances. Mary Elizabeth Braddon rewards winning doe There can be no reconciliation where there is no open warfare. There must be a battle, a brave boisterous battle, with pennants waving and cannon roaring, before there can be peaceful treaties and enthusiastic shaking of hands. Mary Elizabeth Braddon peaceful brave hands love, which is a madness, and a scourge, and a fever, and a delusion, and a snare, is also a mystery, and very imperfectly understood by everyone except the individual sufferer who writhes under its tortures. Mary Elizabeth Braddon fever madness mystery Why, I can't help smiling at people, and speaking prettily to them. I know I'm no better than the rest of the world; but I can't help it if I'm pleasanter. It's constitutional. Mary Elizabeth Braddon helping people world A priest can achieve great victories with an army of women at his command. Mary Elizabeth Braddon women victory army Guilt soon learns to lie. Mary Elizabeth Braddon guilt lying
