Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!' 'Not good enough! Don't mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness. Elizabeth Gaskell More Quotes by Elizabeth Gaskell More Quotes From Elizabeth Gaskell Trust a girl of sixteen for knowing well if she is pretty; concerning her plainness she may be ignorant. Elizabeth Gaskell ignorant girl knowing That kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations. Elizabeth Gaskell patriotism hate kind But Mr. Hale resolved that he would not be disturbed by any such nonsensical idea; so he lay awake, determining not to think about it. Elizabeth Gaskell insomnia ideas thinking There is always a pleasure in unravelling a mystery, in catching at the gossamer clue which will guide to certainty. Elizabeth Gaskell clue mystery pleasure 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 opposites men sex Again, stepping nearer, he besought her with another tremulous eager call upon her name. 'Margaret!' Still lower went the head; more closely hidden was the face, almost resting on the table before her. He came close to her. He knelt by her side, to bring his face to a level with her ear; and whispered-panted out the words: — 'Take care. — If you do not speak — I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way. Elizabeth Gaskell names ears sides A solitary life cherishes mere fancies until they become manias. Elizabeth Gaskell solitary-life fancy cherish 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 biographies writing fiction 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. Elizabeth Gaskell entering heart thinking If Mr. Thornton was a fool in the morning, as he assured himself at least twenty times he was, he did not grow much wiser in that afternoon. All that he gained in return for his sixpenny omnibus ride, was a more vivid conviction that there never was, never could be, any one like Margaret; that she did not love him and never would; but that she — no! nor the whole world — should never hinder him from loving her. Elizabeth Gaskell afternoon twenties morning For all his pain, he longed to see the author of it. Although he hated Margaret at times, when he thought of that gentle familiar attitude and all the attendant circumstances, he had a restless desire to renew her picture in his mind - a longing for the very atmosphere she breathed. He was in the Charybdis of passion, and must perforce circle and circle ever nearer round the fatal centre. Elizabeth Gaskell passion pain attitude 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. Elizabeth Gaskell taken mother heart 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 mother sweet father ..still to have loved her without return would have lifted you higher than all those, be they who they may, that have ever known her to love. Elizabeth Gaskell return higher may How am I to dress up in my finery, and go off and away to smart parties, after the sorrow I have seen today? Elizabeth Gaskell smart party sorrow I take it that 'gentleman' is a term that only describes a person in his relation to others; but when we speak of him as 'a man,' we consider him not merely with regard to his fellow-men, but in relation to himself,--to life--to time--to eternity. Elizabeth Gaskell gentleman fellow-man men 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 grief sleep heart Similarity of opinion is not always—I think not often—needed for fullness and perfection of love. Elizabeth Gaskell opinion perfection thinking I don't believe there's a man in Milton who knows how to sit still; and it is a great art. Elizabeth Gaskell men believe art I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you don't understand me. Elizabeth Gaskell understand-me despise knows
