Oh, my Margaret--my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead--cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret--Margaret! Elizabeth Gaskell More Quotes by Elizabeth Gaskell More Quotes From Elizabeth Gaskell But the cloud never comes in that quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it. Elizabeth Gaskell new-horizons clouds watches I look at [books] as a child looks at cakes - with glittering eyes and a watering mouth, imagining the pleasure that awaits him. Elizabeth Gaskell eye book children There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger. Elizabeth Gaskell anger giving father Those who are happy and successful themselves are too apt to make light of the misfortunes of others. Elizabeth Gaskell misfortunes-of-others light successful But the future must be met, however stern and iron it be. Elizabeth Gaskell mets iron I dare not hope. I never was fainthearted before; but I cannot believe such a creature cares for me. Elizabeth Gaskell dare care believe Anticipation was the soul of enjoyment. Elizabeth Gaskell enjoyment anticipation soul One may be clogged with honey and unable to rise and fly. Elizabeth Gaskell phony may honey I value my own independence so highly that I can fancy no degradation greater than that of having another man perpetually directing and advising and lecturing me, or even planning too closely in any way about my actions. He might be the wisest of men, or the most powerful - I should equally rebel and resent his interference. Elizabeth Gaskell independence powerful men I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me. Elizabeth Gaskell silly He shrank from hearing Margaret's very name mentioned; he, while he blamed her--while he was jealous of her--while he renounced her--he loved her sorely, in spite of himself. Elizabeth Gaskell jealous hearing names But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense. Elizabeth Gaskell flower tree sweet On some such night as this she remembered promising to herself to live as brave and noble a life as any heroine she ever read or heard of in romance, a life sans peur et sans reproche; it had seemed to her then that she had only to will, and such a life would be accomplished. And now she had learnt that not only to will, but also to pray, was a necessary condition in the truly heroic. Trusting to herself, she had fallen. Elizabeth Gaskell romance brave night I'll not listen to reason... reason always means what someone else has got to say. Elizabeth Gaskell women memorable inspirational 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. Elizabeth Gaskell mother heart children Th' longest lane will have a turning. Elizabeth Gaskell lanes hope In all disappointments sympathy is a great balm. Elizabeth Gaskell disappointment sympathy I am so tired - so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually. Elizabeth Gaskell tired passion circles How easy it is to judge rightly after one sees what evil comes from judging wrongly! Elizabeth Gaskell judgement judging evil Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy. Elizabeth Gaskell ready degrees lovers
