“A dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.'" "But why not employ them?" said Rose, who… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“but there is always something suspicious, to my mind, in the little shrill hurrahs which are kept up by the youthful tea… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“The two sisters were excited by this style of conversation. It had never come into their minds to analyze life. They took… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“Oh dear! how unamiable I am when I am with my uncle and aunt," thought Rachel, "thoroughly detestable I may say, and yet when… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“What! another love story? My dear Blanche, I hope you are not going to turn into a match-maker; of all the dangerous manufactories in… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“What am I to give the housemaids here? and do you object to my reading novels, if Lady Eskdale says there is no harm… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“Now, my dear Mr. Douglas, don't go off on those tiresome foreign affairs. What can it signify which conquers which, or who dethrones who,… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“Oh! where is Truth? am I never to find it? I can bear artifice in the frivolities and gauds of the world–it is all… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
I like a good murder that can't be found out. That is, of course it is very shocking, but I like to hear about… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“The girls were full of pity and admiration, and affirmed that when their mother understood Rachel a little better she would like her. "My… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“Thirty morning gowns!" whispered Sarah, as they went down stairs. "The idea of a new gown every day for a month. Now I call… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
Why is it that fools always have the instinct to hunt out the unpleasant secrets of life, and the hardiness to mention them? — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Douglas could hardly do less than make a very great grievance of what was intended as a kindness. She hated a wedding; it… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“To those who are not, like Wordsworth's primrose, "dwellers on the river's brim," it may be necessary to explain that an outrigger is an… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
“Oh, mamma!" said Eliza, "I wish you would not say that; and I wish they would ask us constantly to their house. It is… — Emily Eden Copy Share Image
