A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world: it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is th...ere her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. She sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she embarks her whole soul on the traffic of affection; and if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless--for it is a bankruptcy of the heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All's vast that vastness means. Nay, I affirm Nature is whole in her least things exprest,... Nor know we with what scope God builds the worm. Our towns are copied fragments from our breast; And all man's Babylons strive but to impart The grandeurs of his Babylonian heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She's in the house. She's at turn after turn.... She's behind me. She's in front of me. She's in my bed. She's on path after path, and I'm weak from want of her. O heart, there is no reality for me other than she she she she she she in the whole of the reeling world. And philosophers talk about Oneness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Men, my dear, are very queer animals, a mixture of horse- nervousness, ass-stubbornness, and camel-malice--with an angel bobbing a...bout unexpectedly like the apple in the posset, and when they can do exactly as they please, they are very hard to drive. Oh, England. Sick in head and sick in heart, Sick in whole and every part, And yet sicker thou art still For thinking that thou art not ill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, heart! oh, blood that freezes, blood that burns! Earth's returns... For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin! Shut them in, With their triumphs and their glories and the rest! Love is best.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To have some account of my thoughts, manners, acquaintance and actions, when the hour arrives in which time is more nimble than me...mory, is the reason which induces me to keep a journal: a journal in which I must confess my every thought, must open my whole heart!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That air would disappear from the whole earth in time, perhaps; but long after his day. He did not know just when it had become so... necessary to him, but he had come back to die in exile for the sake of it. Something soft and wild and free, something that whispered to the ear on the pillow, lightened the heart, softly, softly picked the lock, slid the bolts, and released the prisoned spirit of man into the wind, into the blue and gold, into the morning, into the morning!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The average man votes below himself; he votes with half a mind or a hundredth part of one. A man ought to vote with the whole of h...imself, as he worships or gets married. A man ought to vote with his head and heart, his soul and stomach, his eye for faces and his ear for music; also (when sufficiently provoked) with his hands and feet. If he has ever seen a fine sunset, the crimson colour of it should creep into his vote.... The question is not so much whether only a minority of the electorate votes. The point is that only a minority of the voter votes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So immense are the claims on a mother, physical claims on her bodily and brain vigor, and moral claims on her heart and thoughts, ...that she cannot ... meet them all and find any large margin beyond for other cares and work. She serves the community in the very best and highest way it is possible to do, by giving birth to healthy children, whose physical strength has not been defrauded, and to whose moral and mental nature she can give the whole of her thoughts.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »