Sylvia's Lovers Quotes

“... that kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations ...”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“Daniel was very like a child in all the parts of his character. He was strongly affected by whatever was present, and apt to forget the absent. He acted on impulse, and too often had reason to be sorry for it; but he hated his sorrow too much to let it teach him wisdom for the future.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“The morning brought more peace if it did not entirely dissipate fear.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“Ay! but mother's words are scarce, and weigh heavy. Father's liker me, and we talk a deal o' rubble; but mother's words are liker to hewn stone. She puts a deal o' meaning in 'em.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties—leaning against a hope—a hope that first had bowed, and then had broke as soon as he really tried its weight.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“But between the busy heads and over-reaching arms he could see Charley and Sylvia, sitting close together, talking and listening more than eating. She was in a new strange state of happiness not to be reasoned about, or accounted for, but in a state of more exquisite feeling than she had ever experienced before;”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties—leaning against a hope—a hope that first had bowed, and then had broke as soon as he really tried its weight. There was not a sign of Sylvia’s liking for him to be gathered from the most careful recollection of the past evening. It was of no use thinking there was. It was better to give it up altogether and at once. But what if he could not? What if the thought of her was bound up with his life; and that once torn out by his own free will, the very roots of his heart must come also?”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“And again it's no fair play to t' French. Four o' them is rightly matched wi' one o' us; and if we go an' fight 'em four to four it's like as if yo' fell to beatin' Sylvie there, or little Billy Croxton, as isn't breeched. And that's my mind.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“Philip was somewhat of a pedant; yet there was a simplicity in his pedantry not always to be met with in those who are self-taught, and which might have interested any one who cared to know with what labour and difficulty he had acquired the knowledge which now he prized so highly;”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“It is as well: a promise given is a fetter to the giver. But a promise is not given when it has not been received.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“It was the afternoon of an April day in that same year, and the sky was blue above, with little sailing white clouds catching the pleasant sunlight. The earth in that northern country had scarcely yet put on her robe of green. The few trees grew near brooks running down from the moors and the higher ground. The air was full of pleasant sounds prophesying of the coming summer. The rush, and murmur, and tinkle of the hidden watercourses; the song of the lark poised high up in the sunny air; the bleat of the lambs calling to their mothers—everything inanimate was full of hope and gladness.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“... se dio cuenta de que ya no le prestaba atención; una discordancia había surgido entre sus mentes, y la de ella ya no estaba en poder de la suya.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“La atracción son tres cuartas partes del amor.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“Fancy is three parts o' love.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers