Emily Eden

“Oh dear! how unamiable I am when I am with my uncle and aunt," thought Rachel, "thoroughly detestable I may say, and…

— Emily Eden

“What! another love story? My dear Blanche, I hope you are not going to turn into a match-maker; of all the dangerous…

— Emily Eden

“What am I to give the housemaids here? and do you object to my reading novels, if Lady Eskdale says there is…

— Emily Eden

“Now, my dear Mr. Douglas, don't go off on those tiresome foreign affairs. What can it signify which conquers which, or who…

— Emily Eden

“Oh! where is Truth? am I never to find it? I can bear artifice in the frivolities and gauds of the world–it…

— Emily Eden

I like a good murder that can't be found out. That is, of course it is very shocking, but I like to…

— Emily Eden

“The girls were full of pity and admiration, and affirmed that when their mother understood Rachel a little better she would like…

— Emily Eden

“Thirty morning gowns!" whispered Sarah, as they went down stairs. "The idea of a new gown every day for a month. Now…

— Emily Eden

Why is it that fools always have the instinct to hunt out the unpleasant secrets of life, and the hardiness to mention…

— Emily Eden

“Mrs. Douglas could hardly do less than make a very great grievance of what was intended as a kindness. She hated a…

— Emily Eden

“To those who are not, like Wordsworth's primrose, "dwellers on the river's brim," it may be necessary to explain that an outrigger…

— Emily Eden

“Oh, mamma!" said Eliza, "I wish you would not say that; and I wish they would ask us constantly to their house.…

— Emily Eden

“Ever, while you live, choose the popular side in an election; that is, if you have no particular political prejudices of your…

— Emily Eden

“Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from trifles springs– Oh! let the ungentle spirit learn from…

— Emily Eden

There is nothing so catching as refinement.

— Emily Eden

It is always so, every pleasure comes exactly half an hour too late - Life! Life!

— Emily Eden

“A dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.'" "But why not employ them?" said Rose, who…

— Emily Eden

what are we all sent into the world for, but to be of use to each other?

— Emily Eden

“And it seems there is such a grand murder in the paper–you must find it and read it to me, girls; a…

— Emily Eden

“Hopkinsons thought her a very fortunate young woman, and so she thought herself, till she found out that she had married a…

— Emily Eden

“Mrs. Douglas; and altogether the lady was in a better disposition towards the Eskdales than she had been before the election. She…

— Emily Eden

“Nothing of my husband, Lady Portmore," said Helen, firmly. "Mamma told me that married people were never, under any circumstances, to make…

— Emily Eden

“Oh, I heard enough of her when I lived chambermaid with the Stuarts: they say she has no more respect for Lord…

— Emily Eden

“Well, if Helen were not one of that family, I should not dislike her. She is civil enough, and promised to show…

— Emily Eden

“MY DEAREST SARAH, "I would give anything for a good hour's talk with you. You have not told me half enough about…

— Emily Eden