Similarity of opinion is not always—I think not often—needed for fullness and perfection of love. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Yet is was very difficult to seperate her interpretation, and keep it distinct from his meaning. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“It is always the savage lads, with their love of excitement, who head the riot - reckless to what bloodshed it may… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Women are queer, unreasoning creatures, and are just as likely as not to love a man who has been throwing away his… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
I’m not saying she was very silly, but one of us was very silly and it wasn’t me. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“If she lives, she shall be my wedded wife. If she dies--mother, I can't speak of what I shall feel if she… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Well, He had known what love was-a sharp pang, a fierce experience, in the midst of whose flames he was struggling! but,… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Don’t be afraid,” she said, coldly, “ as far as love may go she may be worthy of you. It must have… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I'm sure! Such a thing has never entered her head." "Entering… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Even before he left the room, — and certainly, not five minutes after, the clear conviction dawned upon her, shined bright upon… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“He knew how she would love. He had not loved her without gaining that instinctive knowledge of what capabilities were in her.… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Take care. If you do not speak – I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way. Send me… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
And so she shuddered away from the threat of his enduring love. What did he mean? Had she not the power to… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Oh! that look of love!" continued he, between his teeth, as he bolted himself into his own private room. "And that cursed… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
One word more. You look as if you thought it tainted you to be loved by me. You cannot avoid it. Nay,… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“He said to himself, that he hated Margaret, but a wild, sharp sensation of love cleft his dull, thunderous feeling like lightning,… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“No one loves me,-no one cares for me, but you, mother.' (...) She put her hands on his shoulders; she was a… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
...yet, even before he left the room, - and certainly, not five minutes after, the clear conviction dawned upon her, shined bright… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties—leaning against a hope—a hope that first… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“And besides, in the matter of friendship, I have observed that the disappointment here arises chiefly, not from liking our friends too… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“He asks me which of them two I liked best. Perhaps I liked Mr. Harry Carson once--I don't know--I've forgotten; but I… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“I do not want to be relieved from any obligation,' said he, goaded by her calm manner. 'Fancied, or not fancied -… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“I just wished to know if you mean to marry the girl. Spite of what you said of her lightness, I ha'… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“She disliked him more for having mastered her inner will. How dared he say that he would love her still, even though… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“The first question sobbed out by his choking voice, oppressed with emotion, was-- "Where is she?" They led him to the room… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“She is too perfect to be known by fragments. No mean brick shall be a specimen of the building of my palace.” — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Mother's love is given by God, John. It holds fast for ever and ever. A girl's love is like a puff of… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Really it is very wholesome exercise, this trying to make one's words represent one's thoughts, instead of merely looking to their effect… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
He could not forget the touch of her arms around his neck, impatiently felt as it had been at the time; but… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Mr Thornton would rather have heard that she was suffering the natural sorrow. In the first place, there was selfishness enough in… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Osborne and Roger knowing that the wife of the former was a Frenchwoman, and, conscious of each other's knowledge, felt doubly awkward; while Molly… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Well, He had known what love was-a sharp pang, a fierce experience, in the midst of whose flames he was struggling! but, through that… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
But Margaret went less abroad, among machinery and men; saw less of power in its public effect, and, as it happened, she was thrown… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“And besides, in the matter of friendship, I have observed that the disappointment here arises chiefly, not from liking our friends too well, or… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
What other people may think of the rightness or wrongness is nothing in comparison to my own deep knowledge, my innate conviction that it… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“The first question sobbed out by his choking voice, oppressed with emotion, was-- "Where is she?" They led him to the room where his… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Wearily she went to bed, wearily she arose in four or five hours' time. But with the morning came hope, and a brighter view… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I'm sure! Such a thing has never entered her head." "Entering her heart… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“He never looked at her; and yet, the careful avoidance of his eyes betokened that in some way he knew exactly where, if they… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
