The unmarried woman seldom escapes a widowhood of the spirit. There is sure to be some one, parent, brother, sister, friend, more comfortable to her than the day, with whom her life is so entwined that the wrench of parting… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
“I don’t know, but I thought they were the best sort of gifts, for I saw that plenty of kind thought and clever contrivance went to them, ay, and some little self-denial too.” “Papa, you look as if you meant something; but ours are nothing but nasty old rubbish.” “Perhaps some fairy, or something better, has brought a wand to… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share
I thought one only had to speak Latin through one's nose and bite off the end. — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
James's expedition to Scotland is wholly imaginary, though there appears to have been space for it during Henry's progress to the North to pay… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
If I write nothing but fiction for some time I begin to get stupid, and to feel rather as if it had been a… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
“Yes, yes, I know, Harry; but to think how little we knew, or thought, or felt — going on in our own way when… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
The unmarried woman seldom escapes a widowhood of the spirit. There is sure to be some one, parent, brother, sister, friend, more comfortable to… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
“THE MISFORTUNES OF THAT DAY disheartened and disconcerted Etheldred. To do mischief where she most wished to do good, to grieve where she longed… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
“I thought no one complained unless to get a thing remedied.’ ‘Exactly so. That is man! And experience never shows man that woman’s growls… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
“It has not hurt,’ musingly repeated Leonard. ‘No, she is beyond the reach of distracting temptations and sorrows; it has only made her brighter… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
“What I mean is, that the real gladness of life is not in these great occasions of pleasure, but in the little side delights… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
“I do not seem to have felt anything yet,’ said Averil, passing her hands over her face. ‘I seem to be made of stone.’… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
“No, I am not sorry for having offended him. I don't mind him; but Ailie, how little one knows! All the angry and bitter… — Charlotte Mary Yonge Copy Share Image
