“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
“Ay! but mother's words are scarce, and weigh heavy. Father's liker me, and we talk a deal o' rubble; but mother's words… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Margaret liked this smile; it was the first thing she had admired in this new friend of her father's; and the opposition… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word - holding them in his for… — 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
But I was right. I think that must be an hereditary quality, for my father says he is scarcely ever wrong. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Neither loss of father, nor loss of mother, dear as she was to Mr Thornton, could have poisoned the remembrance of the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
When prayers were ended, and his Mother had wished him good-night with that long steady look of hers which conveyed no expression… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“My father once made us," she began, "keep a diary, in two columns; on one side we were to put down in… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“A child should be brought up with its parents, if it is to think them infallible when it grows up." "But though… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the Infidel, knelt down together. It did them no harm. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Now, the error which many parents commit in the treatment of the individual at this time(adolescense) is, insisting on the same unreasoning… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“...And as for your hair!it's worse than ever.Can't you drench it in water to take those untidy twists and twirls out of… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
But with the increase of serious and just ground of complaint, a new kind of patience had sprung up in her Mother's… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Well, well, I call her ‘little’ because her mother’s name is Mary. But, as I was saying, she takes Mary in a… — 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
All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“She handed him his cup of tea...and he almost longed to ask her to do for him what he saw her compelled… — 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
I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don't hate her, i do' Then,… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a… — 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
