8 Quotes by Mrs. Henry Wood

Shakespeare calls jealousy yellow and green; I think it may be called black and white for it most assuredly views white as black, and black as white. The most fanciful surmises wear the aspect of truth, the greatest improbabilities appear as consistent realities.

What cough do you call it?” went on Roland Yorke – you may have guessed he was the speaker. “A churchyard cough?” “Well, I don’t know, sir,” said Jenkins. “It has been called that, before now. I dare say it will be the end of me at last.” “Cool!” remarked Roland. “Cooler than I should be, if I had a cough, or any plague of the sort, that was likely to be my end. Does it trouble your mind, Jenkins?

She was only one of those simple, truthful, natural English girls, whom I hope you often meet in your every-day life. She smiled at William Yorke through her glistening eye-lashes, and drew closer to him. Did he take the hint? He took her; took her to that manly breast that would henceforth be her shelter for ever.

Every good thing will come with time that we may earnestly seek,” said Mr. Carlyle. “Oh, Barbara, never forget – never forget that the only way to ensure peace in the end is to strive always to be doing right, unselfishly under God.

Mrs. Channing smiled. “Troubles seldom come from the quarter we anticipate them.

A very pretty woman, tall and slender, was she, and she minced as she walked, and coquetted with her head, and, altogether, contrived to show that she had quite as much vanity as brains.

Mr Carlyle has more sense than all the rest of West Lynne put together,’ complacently observed Afy. ‘Living with Richard Hare! why, I’d rather go and live with a scalped red Indian who goes about with his body tattooed in place of clothes, and keeps sixteen wives.

I don’t know what you will say to me for introducing you into the privacy of Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins’s bed-chamber, but it is really necessary to do so. We cannot very well get on without it.