Lucy Snowe Quotes & Sayings

As poverty has been reduced in terms of mere survival, it has become more profound in terms of our way of life. — Raoul Vaneigem

Courage, Lucy Snowe! With self-denial and economy now, and steady exertion by-and-by, an object in life need not fail you. Venture not to complain that such an object is too selfish, too limited, and lacks interest; be content to labour for independence until you have proved, by winning that prize, your right to look higher. — Charlotte Bronte

Whatever the cause, I could not meet his sunshine with cloud. If this were my last moment with him, I would not waste it in forced, unnatural distance. I loved him well - too well not to smite out of my path even Jealousy herself, when she would have obstructed a kind farewell. A cordial word from his lips, or a gentle look from his eyes, would do me good, for all the span of life that remained to me; it would be comfort in the last strait of loneliness; I would take it - I would taste the elixir, and pride should not spill the cup. — Charlotte Bronte

Who are you, Lucy Snowe? — Charlotte Bronte

Love is the binding force on every level of existence. — Peter Kreeft

The lifeblood of my career has been independent film. — James Woods

It is hardship that makes clear who the "fighters" are. — Marilynne Robinson

When I was 3, my parents strapped on a pair of Playskool plastic roller skates to my feet, and that's where the story begins. — J. R. Celski

My eyes are tiny but they've taken in a world full of wonderful. — Natalie Lloyd

He showed the fineness of his nature by being kinder to me after that misunderstanding than before. Nay, the very incident which, by my theory, must in some degree estrange me and him, changed, indeed, somewhat our relations; but not in the sense I painfully anticipated. An invisible, but a cold something, very slight, very transparent, but very chill: a sort of screen of ice had hitherto, all through our two lives, glazed the medium through which we exchanged intercourse. Those few warm words, though only warm with anger, breathed on that frail frost-work of reserve; about this time, it gave note of dissolution. I think from that day, so long as we continued friends, he never in discourse stood on topics of ceremony with me. — Charlotte Bronte