Fortnight Quote by Samuel Richardson

In my local newspaper, they had this advert: 'please look after your neighbours in the cold weather'. I live next door to this 84-year-old…

— Jack Dee

Since this war began our sympathy has gone out to all the suffering people who have been dragged into it. Further hundreds of millions…

— Eamon de Valera

Like all guests, after a fortnight, grief is best beyond the door.

— Sandra Cisneros

Every year, in the deep midwinter, there descends upon this world a terrible fortnight. ... every shop is a choked mass of humanity ...…

— Rose Macaulay

It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives by…

— D. H. Lawrence

I was never molested by any person but those who represented the State. I had no lock nor bolt but for the desk which…

— Henry David Thoreau

I am fussy, about my diet and straining my voice. I know, sounds a bit over the top. But I'm not as bad as…

— Katherine Jenkins

Ah," said the jailer, "do not always brood over what is impossible, or you will be mad in a fortnight.

— Alexandre Dumas

Arraigned at my own bar, Memory having given her evidence of the hopes, wishes, sentiments I had been cherishing since last night-- of the…

— Charlotte Bronte

In London, I've always lived within 10 miles of where I was born. You see, there is something called a spirit of place, and…

— Peter Ackroyd

One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.

— Jane Austen

“I honour your circumspection. A fortnight's acquaintance is certainly very little. One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a…

— Jane Austen

“We fetch fire and water, run about all day among the shops and markets, and get our clothes and shoes made and mended, and…

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved's hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or…

— Sarah Ruhl

Laurie, you're an angel! How shall I ever thank you?" "Fly at me again. I rather liked it," said Laurie, looking mischievous, a thing…

— Louisa May Alcott