‘My dearest Emma,’ said he, ‘for dearest you will always be, whatever the event of this hour’s conversation, my dearest, most beloved Emma - tell me at once. Say ‘No’ if it is to be said.’ - She could really say nothing. - ‘You are silent,’ he cried, with great animation; ‘absolutely silent!’ […]
‘I cannot make speeches, Emma:’ he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. - ‘If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. - You hear nothing but the truth from me. - I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. - Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. - But you understand me. - Yes, you see, you understand my feelings - and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.’
“I do like practical research though. I remember I did a play about genetic cloning, ages ago. And I remember going to Cambridge University and sneaking into one of their science labs and putting on one of their lab coats and pretending I was a geneticist. [Laughs] No one batted an eyelid! But I love it because I was pretending to have a look; just observing.” [x]
(via jmrichards)
The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.
(Source: peregrint, via lothlorienleaf)
I think things are beautiful when you don’t plan them, and you don’t have any expectations, and you’re not trying to get somewhere in particular.
Edmond Rostand (From Cyrano De Bergerac)
This is true, you know who I am thinking about. Well, most of you do ;)
A great nose may be an index
Of a great soul
Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.
from:Elizabeth Gaskell, “North and South” - at the dinner party:
“Margaret’s attention was… called to her host; his whole manner… was so straightforward, yet simple and modest, as to be thoroughly dignified. Margaret thought she had never seen him to so much advantage… now, among his fellows… [he] was regarded… as a man of great force of character; of power in many ways. There was no need to struggle for their respect. He had it, and he knew it; and the security of this gave A FINE GRAND QUIETNESS TO HIS VOICE AND WAYS, which Margaret had missed before.”