Explore popular quotes and sayings by an English novelist Mary Elizabeth Braddon.
Last updated on December 21, 2024.
Mary Elizabeth Braddon was an English popular novelist of the Victorian era. She is best known for her 1862 sensation novel Lady Audley's Secret, which has also been dramatised and filmed several times.
When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.
My intellect is a little way upon the wrong side of that narrow boundary-line between sanity and insanity.
A priest can achieve great victories with an army of women at his command.
Self-assertion may deceive the ignorant for a time; but when the noise dies away, we cut open the drum, and find it was emptiness that made the music.
Amiability is the redeeming quality of fools.
Of course there are exceptional circumstances, and there is exceptional talent; but, unhappily, exceptional talent does not always win its reward unless favoured by exceptional circumstances.
The strongest proof of repentance is the endeavor to atone.
There can be no reconciliation where there is no open warfare. There must be a battle, a brave boisterous battle, with pennants waving and cannon roaring, before there can be peaceful treaties and enthusiastic shaking of hands.
You seem to have quite a taste for discussing these horrible subjects," she said, rather scornfully; "you ought to have been a detective police officer.
Why, I can't help smiling at people, and speaking prettily to them. I know I'm no better than the rest of the world; but I can't help it if I'm pleasanter. It's constitutional.
Life is such a very troublesome matter, when all is said and done, that it's as well even to take its blessings quietly.
love, which is a madness, and a scourge, and a fever, and a delusion, and a snare, is also a mystery, and very imperfectly understood by everyone except the individual sufferer who writhes under its tortures.
A modern writer likens coquettes to those hunters who do not eat the game which they have successfully pursued.
London's like a forest ... we shall be lost in it.
Why is it so difficult to love wisely, so easy to love too well?
Paris is a mighty schoolmaster, a grand enlightener of the provincial intellect.
Guilt soon learns to lie.
Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-contained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no colour from the outer world.
How chronic is the unconcern of men and women of the world!
Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea.
There is "a mental fatigue which is a spurious kind of remorse, and has all the anguish of the nobler feeling. It is an utter weariness and prostration of spirit, a sickness of heart and mind, a bitter longing to lie down and die.
Our virtues, as well as our vices, are often scourges for our own backs.
it is easy to starve, but it is difficult to stoop.
love is so very subtle an essence, such an indefinable metaphysical marvel, that its due force, though very cruelly felt by the sufferer himself, is never clearly understood by those who look on at its torments and wonder why he takes the common fever so badly.