“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… — 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