Occupation: Novelist Birth: January 17, 1820 Death: May 28, 1849
But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose..
If you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and….
But as the priceless treasure too frequently hides at the bottom of well, it needs some courage to dive for it, especially as he that does so will be….
She left me, offended at my want of sympathy, and thinking, no doubt, that I envied her. I did not - at least, I firmly believed I did not..
It is better to arm and strengthen your hero, than to disarm and enfeeble your foe..
You may think it all very fine, Mr. Huntingdon, to amuse yourself with rousing my jealousy; but take care you don't rouse my hate instead. And when y….
[Preface to second edition:] ... I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be..
I cannot love a man who cannot protect me..
To wheedle and coax is safer than to command..
Forgetfulness is not to be purchased with a wish; and I cannot bestow my esteem on all who desire it, unless they deserve it too..
When a lady condescends to apologise, there is no keeping one’s anger..
Keep guard over your eyes and ears as the inlets of your heart, and over your lips as the outlets, lest they betray you in a moment of unwariness..
Reading is my favourite occupation, when I have leisure for it and books to read..
There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another's soul in….
When I tell you not to marry without love, I do not advise you to marry for love alone: there are many, many other things to be considered. Keep both….
Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And wh….
If we can only speak to slander our betters, let us hold our tongues..
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe..
In love affairs, there is no mediator like a merry, simple-hearted child - ever ready to cement divided hearts, to span the unfriendly gulf of custom….
What business had I to think so much of one that never thought of me?.
And then, the unspeakable purity - and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to k….