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Fear, unfortunately, is a very big thing, and there's a great variety of kinds.

Poor Catherine's dignity was not aggressive; it never sat in state; but if you pushed far enough you could find it. Her father had pushed very far.

To say that she had a book is to say that her solitude did not press upon her; for her love of knowledge had a fertilizing quality and her imagination was strong.

She had a new feeling, the feeling of danger; on which a new remedy rose to meet it, the idea of an inner self or, in other words, of concealment.

I adore adverbs; they are the only qualifications I really much respect.

Ah darling, goodness, I think, never brought any one out. Goodness, when it's real, precisely, rather keeps people IN.

A novel is in its broadest definition a personal, a direct impression of life: that, to begin with, constitutes its value, which is greater or less according to the intensity of the impression

But you must remember that justice to a lovely being is after all a florid sort of sentiment.

My first impulse is always to behave, about everything, as if I feared complications. But I don't fear them— I really like them. They're quite my element.

You decline?" he cried, almost defiantly. " `Decline' isn't the word. A man doesn't decline an insult.

He was absolutely, on this occasion, a living, detestable, dangerous presence.

How on the other hand could I make a reference without a new plunge into the hideous obscure?

Middlemarch] is a treasure-house of details, but it is an indifferent whole.

typical frivolous always ended by sacrificing to vulgar pleasures. She

The old-world quality in everything that she now saw had all the charm of strangeness.

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be

It was the abyss of human illusion that was the real, the tideless deep.

There was literally, in the ebbing . . . an extraordinarily sweet sadness.

And it was in the mitigated midnight of these approximations that she had discerned the promise of her dawn.

there till we reached Liverpool—I never saw him.  His mother, after a little, at his request, left him alone. 

Jasper to her.  I was obliged

Before me and beside me sat a row of the comeliest young men, clad in black gowns and wearing on their shoulders long hoods trimmed in white fur. Who and what they were I know not, for I preferred not to learn, lest by chance they should not be so mediaeval as they looked.

I don't believe they're very nice to girls; they're not nice to them in the novels.

You're capable of anything, you and Osmond. I don't mean Osmond by himself, and I don't mean you by yourself. But together you're dangerous — like some chemical combination.