Quotes About Marianne

Even now, Dickon was upstairs, writing sonnets to his new love, while back at Seadown House, Marianne was writing 'Ella' on scraps of paper and then burning them.

I have a weakness for Catherine. Because she was the first of my heroines, and also because I invented her story, whereas "Marianne, a Star for Napoleon" was a command given to me by my Publisher for the bicentenary of Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte.

Make room for love and it always comes. Make a nest for love and it always settles. Make a home for the beloved and he will find his way there. —Marianne Williamson, A Woman's Worth

The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.

I'm always honored to be speaking alongside Deepak Chopra.

And Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.

For Marianne, however—in spite of his incivility in surviving her loss—he always retained that decided regard which interested him in every thing that befell her, and made her his secret standard of perfection in woman;—and many a rising beauty would be slighted by him in after-days as bearing no comparison with Mrs. Brandon.

That is an expression, Sir John, said Marianne, warmly, which I particularly dislike. I abhor every common–place phrase by which wit is intended; and setting one's cap at a man, or making a conquest, are the most odious of all. Their tendency is gross and illiberal; and if their construction could ever be deemed clever, time has long ago destroyed all its ingenuity.

Marianne was vexed at it for her sister's sake, and turned her eyes towards Elinor to see how she bore these attacks, with an earnestness which gave Elinor far more pain than could arise from such common-place raillery as Mrs. Jennings's.

But perhaps the abuse of such people as yourself and Marianne will make amends for the regard of Lady Middle- ton and her mother. If their praise is censure, your censure may be praise, for they are not more undiscerning, than you are prejudiced and unjust.

and yet you loved him! - Yes. But I did not love only him [...]. And after all, Marianne, after all that is bewitching in the idea of a single and constant attachment, and all that can be said of one's happiness depending entirely on any particular person, it is not meant - it is not fit - it is not possible that it should be so.

'We Were the Mulvaneys' is perhaps the novel closest to my heart. I think of it as a valentine to a passing way of American life, and to my own particular child - and girlhood in upstate New York. Everyone in the novel is enormously close to me, including Marianne's cat, Muffin, who was in fact my own cat.

The child exasperated Marianne with her endless obsession with possession. She seemed to have absorbed the national sense of aggrievement, as if she, personally, were the victim of some great unfairness.

The whole Redlands business gave a patina of gravity to his personality

mysterious errand. It was Dylan's day off and he

My father used to say,"Superior people never make long visits,have to be shown Longfellow's graveor the glass flowers at Harvard."

My father used to say superior people never make long visits.

Fill you mind with the meaningless stimuli of a world preoccupied with meaningless things, and it will not be easy to feel peace in your heart.

Fill your mind with the meaningless stimuli of a world preoccupied with meaningless things, and it will not be easy to feel peace in your heart.