“Is there any depression so deep as this? is there any night so dark as this first eclipse of the soul, this first conscious stilling of the instinct for right?” — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“We thought there was no more behind But such a day tomorrow as today And to be a boy eternal.” — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“It is sad when man’s unhappiness veils from him the smiling face of nature. The promise of the early morning was maintained. The sky was of a translucent blue, broken with islands and continents of clouds, dazzling white like cotton-wool. A soft, warm breeze blew from the west, the birds sang merrily in every garden bush, and Cullerne was a… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share
“Illusions connected with religion are generally most difficult to remove.” — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“She went back to the kitchen, for the kitchen of the Hand of God was so large that Miss Joliffe and Anastasia used part of it for their sitting-room, took the pencil out of “Northanger Abbey,” and tried to transport herself to Bath. Five minutes ago she had been in the Grand Pump Room herself, and knew exactly where Mrs… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share
“For Nature, if she once endows man or woman with romance, gives them so rich a store of it as shall last them, life through, unto the end. In sickness or health, in poverty or riches, through middle age and old age, through loss of hair and loss of teeth, under wrinkled face and gouty limbs, under crow’s-feet and double… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share
“Westray remembered the organist’s manner in the church, and began to suspect that his mind was turned. The other read his thoughts, and said… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“Poverty’s a chilly theme,” he said; “let’s take something to warm us before we go on with the variations.” — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“Is there any depression so deep as this? is there any night so dark as this first eclipse of the soul, this first conscious… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“He was in that broken mood for which the Middle Ages offered the cloister as a remedy; he felt the urgent need of sacrifice… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“A little later Anastasia was sitting before her bedroom fire writing. It has a magic of its own—the bedroom fire. Not such a one… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“...Will you not join me in a cup of cocoa? The kettle boils.” Mr Sharnall’s face fell. “You ought to have been an old… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
