Top 36 Mary Elizabeth Braddon Quotes
#1. The Lord gave, and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord.' We repeated the holy sentences of resignation; but it was not resignation, it was despair that subdued the violence of our grief.
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#3. Exceptional talent does not always win its reward unless favored by exceptional circumstances.
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#4. He forgot that 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.
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#7. 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.
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#8. That he will haunt the footsteps of his enemy after death is the one revenge which a dying man can promise himself; and if men had power thus to avenge themselves the earth would be peopled with phantoms. ("Eveline's Visitant")
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#9. He was a square, pale-faced man of almost forty, and had the appearance of having outlived every emotion to which humanity is subject.
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#10. [...] that magic power of fascination by which a woman can charm with a word or intoxicate with a smile
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#11. Now 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 his torments and wonder why he takes the common fever so badly.
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#12. My intellect is a little way upon the wrong side of that narrow boundary-line between sanity and insanity.
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#14. Life is such a very troublesome matter, when all is said and done, that it's as well even to take its blessings quietly.
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#15. 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.
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#25. When the horror of his grief was new to him, and every object in life, however trifling or however important, seem saturated with his one great sorrow.
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#26. 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.
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#27. 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."
"I sometimes think I should have been a good one."
"Why?"
"Because I am patient.
Mary Elizabeth Braddon
#28. 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.
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#29. 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.
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#30. There were many beautiful vipers in those days and she was one of them. ("Eveline's Visitant")
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#31. And he knew that our dreams are none the less terrible to lose, because they have never been the realities for which we have mistaken them.
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#32. A modern writer likens coquettes to those hunters who do not eat the game which they have successfully pursued.
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#34. When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.
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