A fine morning's killing, ay! All their necks wrung - all dead birds! Once they could fly - fly and swim! Fly and swim! All dead now - and sold cheap in the open market! — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Love clamors far more incessantly and passionately at a closed gate than an open one! — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
“There, the sublime, unreachable mysteries of the Universe are haggled over by poor finite minds who cannot call their lives their own. There, nation… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
I must not say what I truly think, or you will tell me I flatter you-but I can only speak what I feel-and very… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
No one is contented in this world, I believe. There is always something left to desire, and the last thing longed for always seems… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
“What do I mean, you ask, by accepting everything as it comes, and trying to find out the reason of its coming? Why, I… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
You should always be well and bright, for so you do your best work; and you have so much beautiful work to do. The… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Education! Is it education to teach the young that their chances of happiness depend on being richer than their neighbors? Yet that is what… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Imagination is the supreme endowment of the poet and romanticist. It is a kind of second sight, which conveys the owner of it to… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open,… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
There is nothing so depressing as a constant contemplation of one's self, and the greatest moral cowardice in the world's opinion comes from consulting… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
work is happiness. No one can take my work from me and therefore no one can take my happiness from me. — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
“The finest actor is he who play the comedy of life perfectly, as i aspire to do. To walk well, talk well, weep well,… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
