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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ea56526 | The bookseller read Catherine like a novel. She let him leaf through her and look through her story. | Nina George | ||
| 05dcf3b | She had gone to sleep on these facts years ago, after a period of much misery, her head resting on them as on a pillow; and she had a great dread of being awakened out of so simple and untroublesome a condition. Therefore it was that she searched with earnestness for a heading under which to put Mrs. Wilkins, and in this way illumine and steady her own mind; and sitting there looking at her uneasily after her last remark, and feeling hersel.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 7999ac5 | The critic George Henry Lewes asked, 'Does it never strike these delightful creatures that their little fingers were meant to be kissed, not to be inked? | Catherine Reef | ||
| e53c6ab | And, if even a polished, professional communicator like Catherine Lim misfired in her attempt, what chance did most Singaporeans have? That affair remained a prominent reference point, making Singaporeans conclude that, for all the government's explanations and clarifications, engaging in political debate was an extremely risky and unpredictable business, and that it was wisest to stay out | Cherian George | ||
| 8b3de6b | Occasionally she would flounder in the fog of the blues; what she had seen in the shadows of the night would make her irritable or ashamed or irksome or gloomy for hours on end. This was her daily struggle through the in-between world. Jean discovered that he could chase away the dream-ghosts by brewing Catherine a cup of hot coffee and guiding her down to the sea to drink it. | Nina George | ||
| 10b0571 | Why should I not marry the man who loves me, if I love him?" said Catherine. To her the effort was something like the leap of a woman from the deck into the lifeboat. "It" | George Eliot | ||
| 99f0169 | Robert Clive, one of the architects of British India, got married in St Mary's Church. But that was much later. The very first marriage recorded in the register, on 4 November 1680, is that of Elihu Yale with Catherine Hynmer. Yale was the governor of the Fort from 1687 to 1692. It was during his tenure that the corporation for Madras and the post of the mayor were created, and the supreme court, which evolved over time into the present-day.. | Bishwanath Ghosh | ||
| 1b0d215 | The rules of logic are to mathematics what those of structure are to architecture. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| 5df4409 | The above proposition is occasionally useful. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| d908d0e | This is great fun,' she said as he gripped her hand, and she successfully hid the agony caused by her fingers and her rings being crushed together. 'It's heaven,' said Christopher. 'No, no, that's not nearly such fun as--just fun,' she said, furtively rubbing her released hand and making a note in her mind not to wear rings next time her strong young friend was likely to say how do you do. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| f1dbc13 | Was she the same person to-night as last night? Was she two persons? If she was only one, which one? Or was she a mere vessel of receptiveness, a transparent vessel into which other people poured their view of her, and she instantly reflected the exact colour of their opinion? | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 81f5ceb | When Michael Frere came to see Elizabeth about her autobiography All the Dogs of My Life she found him 'such a boring little man. But it is because we are all growing old, and the bones of our inadequate minds come through the flesh that hid them.' She hadn't always found him boring, and Love, one of her best novels, is largely based on their romance. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| b3397ea | 1922 was a bad year for Elizabeth. She was disappointed by some of the reviews of The Enchanted April although it was to prove the most popular -- excepting the first -- of all her novels. She suffered from depressions that she couldn't throw off. Her doctor diagnosed menopausal symptoms. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 026521a | The woman has a beak,' he thought, standing red and tongue-tied before her. 'She's a bird of prey. She has got her talons into my Catherine. Linked together! Good God. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| c1e08a5 | Beginnings were not suitable, she felt, after a certain age, especially not for women. Mothers of the married, such as herself and Mrs. Cumfrit, should be concerned rather with endings than beginnings. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 0812acf | Mrs. Colquhoun was being amiable because she thought Catherine was down and out, and Mrs. Colquhoun was what she was, hard, severe, critical, grudging of happiness, kind to failure so long as it remained failure, simply because there wasn't a soul in the whole world who really loved her. A devoted husband would have done much to bring out her original goodness; a very devoted husband would have done everything. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 6d1782d | And when he saw the letter, her first letter, the first bit of her handwriting, by his plate at breakfast, he seized it so quickly and turned so red that Lewes was painfully clear as to who had written it. Poor Chris. Cumfrit. Clutches.... | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 710091b | However, few marriages, he understood, were lasting successes, so that perhaps after all it didn't much matter. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 685e437 | But he felt too confident in Catherine's beautiful nature to be afraid of Ned. Catherine, who loved beauty, who was so much moved by it--witness her rapt face at The Immortal Hour--would never listen to blandishments from anyone with Ned's nose. Besides, Ned was elderly. In spite of the fur rug up to his chin, Christopher had seen that all right. He was an elderly, puffy man. Elderliness and love! He grinned to himself. If only the elderly .. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 5d2f885 | Oh well, I'll be sure to pick you up again somewhere. It isn't a very big island, and you are a conspicuous object, driving round it.' This was true. So long as I was on that island I could not hope to escape Charlotte. I entered Binz in a state of moody acquiescence. Every | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 5549a06 | Frankly, as an oyster's.' 'Really, my dear Charlotte,' I exclaimed, naturally upset. How very unfortunate that I should have hurried away from Gohren. Why had I not stayed there two or three days, as I had at first intended? It was such a safe place; you could get out of it so easily and so quickly. If I were an oyster--curious how much the word disconcerted me--at least I was a happy oyster, which was surely better than being miserable and.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 179e0c4 | Lewes was waiting, always Lewes, making profound and idiotic comments on everything, and wanting to sit up half the night and reason. Reason! He was sick of reason. He wanted some one he could be romantic with, and sentimental with, and poetic, and--yes, religious with, if he felt like it, without having to feel ashamed. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| c5ab29a | I know no surer way of shaking off the dreary crust formed about the soul by the trying to do one's duty or the patient enduring of having somebody else's duty done to one, than going out alone, either at the bright beginning of the day, when the earth is still unsoiled by the feet of the strenuous and only God is abroad; or in the evening, when the hush has come, out to the blessed stars, and looking up at them wonder at the meanness of th.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| b1196b6 | Coco?" I whispered, standing still, hardly able to believe it. "Oh--Coco?" "It is impossible to imagine," a voice behind seemed to be saying from a great distance away, "how the dog could have reached this spot. For three days he has been immovable in his kennel." I dropped on my knees, and took his paw in my hand. He gave the faintest wag of his tail, and tried to raise his head; but it fell back again, and he could only look at me. For an.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| e3c2f29 | For years she had been able to be happy only by forgetting happiness. She wanted to stay like that. She wanted to shut out everything that would remind her of beautiful things, that might set her off again long, desiring . . . | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 5c03537 | Strange how tightly one's body could be held, how close to somebody else's heart, and yet one wasn't anywhere near the holder. They locked you up in prisons that way, holding your body tight and thinking they had got you, and all the while your mind--you--was as free as the wind and the sunlight. She couldn't help it, she struggled hard to feel as she had felt when she woke up and saw him sitting near her; but the way he had refused to be f.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 20e48d0 | for I saw them, while I was still struggling through the bushes, looking out of the back window,--and yet drove on indifferently? Did he suppose that in all the wide world there could be forgiveness for such people? He shrugged his shoulders. "Apres tout, madame," he said, "cc n'est qu'un chien." It seemed to me as I drove home, with Woosie wrapped in a cloth I had begged of the vet, at my feet--Woosie so quiet now, who had never yet been q.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 8a5cb8f | It seemed, however, that I had. I didn't want any more, so I got them. And now I am glad, for if, as I had sometimes wished at that time, I could have finished with a consciousness become unbearable, if, in other words, I had then died, I would never have known a great many very beautiful and delightful things. Evidently, then, it is wise not too soon to lose patience with life, but to wait and see what it may have round its next corner. I | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| e494eb4 | and there is no getting away from it, I am made for dogs and dogs for me, because the instant I saw him I began to cheer up. Sitting | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| a39e1b9 | How wrong they were. I wasn't a poor little thing at all. Even as early as this, such is the relief when pressure is removed, even in the very act of waving my last goodbyes, I found it quite difficult to pull a suitably regretful face, and I know I went back into the house, the silent house, the deliciously empty house, with steps so brisk that they nearly ran. The | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 04d2776 | Just about the time I had my first baby, Cornelia had hers; but there were six of them, to my one. It might have been supposed, seeing she had six, that she would have taken six times as long to get over her confinement as I did, who had only produced one. Not at all. She was up and about and as lively as ever within a week, while I wouldn't like to count the weeks it took me to be merely up and about, let alone as lively as ever. I don't t.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| ed375b9 | They weren't. They never have been, for me. Friends, too, though delightful, seemed, at those moments of weariness, only delightful if properly spaced, and how is one to space anybody or anything in London? Of everything there, there appeared to be too much. And I would sit despondent on the edge of the bed, and fall to remembering the roomy years in Pomerania, when only every six months did we go to, or give, a party, and the glorious time.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| aee0d8b | Pincher took me to London, and Knobbie brought me away. It looked as if I were beginning to be led about by dogs. My | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| ddfe0b3 | Thus does good fortune follow on the steps of the reckless. If | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 3c24ba9 | And while I ate muffins--things I had never been able even to look at in London, but now swallowed with complacence,--and Pincher sat in front of me watching every mouthful, just as though he hadn't had an enormous dinner a few minutes before, and the cat, finished with Knobbie's ears, deftly turned her over and began tidying her stomach, I did feel that my feet were set once more in the path of peace, and that all I had to do was to contin.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 38225d5 | Righteousness cannot be born until self-righteousness is dead. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| 5879f91 | the greater part or my spring happiness is due to the scent of the wet earth and young leaves. I am always happy (out of doors be it understood, for indoors there are servants and furniture), but in quite different ways, and my spring happiness bears no resemblance to my summer or autumn happiness, though it is not more intense, and there were days last winter when I danced for sheer joy out in my frost-bound garden in spite of my years and.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 4fb082a | On the picture it can be seen that Chunkie is feeling cheerful again. At first, when Knobbie too left him, he was greatly depressed and bewildered, and to console him for his different trials I took him, each afternoon, down to the sea, knowing that he loves bathing and digging holes in the sand; and after a few days of this treatment I observed, with pleasure, that air of Never-say-die, which I have always so much admired in him, reappeari.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 9a242aa | Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can ever be lonely. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| a1cd446 | A good thing this was, and that we should be so care-free and irresponsible, enjoying every minute of every day; for it was the Easter of 1914, the last Easter of the old, easy world, and our last, as well as our first, Easter as children together in the little house I had built for happiness. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 24c66bc | I know, from the results, that this was so. More acquaintances wrote touching letters, saying how much they longed for air that was pure, how much they envied me mine, and how wretched it was to be so utterly broke that they couldn't manage St. Moritz that year. And since, as I have already indicated, I am not able to say No when taken suddenly, nor, I find, if appeals are made to my goodnature--it is so flattering to be supposed goodnature.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 1cec97e | Short work was made of a cushion which was so unfortunate as to slip off my chair; and finally, leaping up in a paroxysm of high spirits to lick my distracted face, Ivo knocked the table over, and there was a most frightful mix-up on the floor of Fraulein Schmidt and Mr. Anstruther--a story I was just then trying to write,--and ink, and broken glass. Could Shakespeare, could Kipling, have worked under such circumstances? I remember kneeling.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 08f121e | I don't know that doom is a very nice word. It does suggest, I think, shuddering and cold sweat. There was none of that, though, about Coco's welcome to it when it opened my front door and walked in, nor can it be fairly said that there was any of it about mine. True I had a feeling, unusual so soon after breakfast, that I was in the hands of God, but otherwise I wasn't aware of any particular discomfort. Nor did I remember, till later, tha.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 33cadb3 | Therefore they spent such time as I was housekeeping, eating or sleeping, alone in the greenhouse, and I had to manage as best I could when, after these intervals, I went back to them, not to be knocked over by their joyful welcome. Gradually, however, things settled down. The secret of peace with puppies, I discovered--up to then I had had only ready-made dogs (except Bijou, who doesn't count), and had everything to learn,--is to give them.. | Elizabeth von Arnim |