It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.

. . . for not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent's love.

Aye, though he loved her from his soul with such a self denying love as woman seldom wins; he spoke from first to last of Martin.

Cottage of content was better than the Palace of cold splendour, and that where love was, all was.

I cannot tell you how dependent and uncertain I feel, and how exposed to hundreds of chances. All my expectations depend on one person. And how indefinite and uncertain they are!

The persons on whom I have bestowed my dearest love lie deep in their graves; but, although the happiness and delight of my life lie buried there too, I have not made a coffin of my heart, and sealed it up for ever on my best affections. Deep affliction has only made them stronger; it ought, I think, for it should refine our nature.

Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues — faith and hope.

If you will hear me through a very little more, all you can ever do for me is done. I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul...A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

He thought of the number of girls and women she had seen marry, how many homes with children in them she had seen grow up around her, how she had contentedly pursued her own lone quite path-for him.~ Stephen speaking of Rachael