“Poor Victor! poor Victor!” she thought; and then she tried mentally to project herself into the situation of the wretched, remorseful Frenchwoman, the coquette whose penitence came too late; the frail wife, whose heart was lying by the cold heart… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“Poor Victor! poor Victor!” she thought; and then she tried mentally to project herself into the situation of the wretched, remorseful Frenchwoman, the coquette… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“Great kingdoms grew into being in the old times, at least we suppose so, we having now nothing of them but their dark old… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“Beauty is a fading flower;”[3] and, applied particularly to woman’s loveliness, there is none more favourite among that bundle of dull platitudes, of insipid,… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“To how few people a premonition of what is going to happen to them, either of sweet or sour, is vouchsafed! Is it a… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“IT seems a stupid hackneyed sort of thing to say—a thing whose point by much wear is worn out, a thing which everybody says,… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“Since this time yesterday she had made the pleasing discovery that she was fast falling in love violently, and as it now appeared unrequitedly,… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“Kate stood by that low bed, looking down earnestly on its occupant—that occupant that was now a person, and soon would be—O, fearful metamorphosis!—but… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“And yet, despite all my reasoning to the contrary, I feel that the father and sons in the Laocoon are men and not gods.… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“Look at me now. I have done very well without love, at least love in that technical sense, without this fine passion, for twenty… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“1864 Broughton’s sister Eleanor marries William Charles Newcome; Broughton makes her home with them at Upper Eyarth in Denbyshire. She shows her uncle by… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“Man is so entirely dependent on man—so much a part, so little a whole—that I do not believe he is intended to be so… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“Generation after generation of short-spanned living creatures has ripened and rotted, they looking calmly on, superior in their unwithering amaranthine bloom—generation after generation has… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“I must try and be good, or clever, or eccentric, for it was very evident that pretty I could never be” — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“What was it to her whether people would laugh or sneer at what she was doing? No such notion ever crossed her mind; the… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
“The only course to pursue to make life bearable on such a day, at least for women (I speak not of men, considering their… — Rhoda Broughton Copy Share Image
![“Beauty is a fading flower;”[3] and, applied particularly to woman’s loveliness, there is none more favourite among that bundle of dull platitudes, of insipid, trite commonplaces which enrol themselves under the head of moral maxims. Of course it is true—tiresomely, provokingly, heart-breakingly…” quote by Rhoda Broughton](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/16a/rhoda-broughton-25508_beauty_beauty-is-a-fading-flower-3-and-applied_371805.jpg)
![“To how few people a premonition of what is going to happen to them, either of sweet or sour, is vouchsafed! Is it a blessing or a curse? A blessing, I suppose, on the principle of “whatever is, is right”[376]—-a blessing even apart from that doctrine, I think. Would the delight of gloating over…” quote by Rhoda Broughton](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/3d3/rhoda-broughton-25508_blessings_to-how-few-people-a-premonition-of-what_666590.jpg)
