Orczy T R Quotes & Sayings

A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle. — Emmuska Orczy

It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay. — Baroness Orczy

Idyllic follies never last, my little Chauvelin ... They come upon us like the measles ... and are as easily cured. — Emmuska Orczy

She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him — Emmuska Orczy

Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine — Emmuska Orczy

Even the sparrows on the house-tops are objects of suspicion. — Emmuska Orczy

And in repose one might have admired so fine a specimen of English manhood, until the foppish ways, the affected movements, the perpetual inane laugh, brought one's admiration of Sir Percy Blakeney to an abrupt close. — Emmuska Orczy

The invigorating scent of the sea was nectar to her wearied body, the immensity of the lonely cliffs was silent and dreamlike. Her brain only remained conscious of its ceaseless, its intolerable torture of uncertainty. — Emmuska Orczy

Since then her life had been peaceful and happy. She had allowed herself to be worshipped by that strangely captivating lover of hers, whose passionately willful temperament, tempered by that persistent, sunny gaiety, she had up to now only half understood. — Emmuska Orczy

I have so often been asked the question: "But how did you come to think of The Scarlet Pimpernel?" And my answer has always been: "It was God's will that I should." And to you moderns, who perhaps do not believe as I do, I will say, "In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny. — Emmuska Orczy

Your conscience troubles you unnecessarily, and you see a deliberate intention in every simple act. — Emmuska Orczy

Too late, my dear Monsieur Chambertin! Sir Percy's mocking voice broke in, — Emmuska Orczy

She looks very virtuous and very melancholy."
"Virtue is like the precious odors, most fragrant when it is crushed. — Emmuska Orczy

Music is the most absorbing of all the arts. It absorbs the mind of the artist, whether creator or executant, to the exclusion of every other consideration outside his own immediate necessities or desires. — Baroness Orczy

Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless. — Emmuska Orczy

The chairs - turned towards one another in groups of twos and threes - seemed like the seats of ghosts in close conversation with one another. There were sets of two chairs - very close to one another - in the far corners of the room, which spoke of recent whispered flirtations, over cold game pie and iced champagne; there were sets of three and four chairs, that recalled pleasant animated discussions over the latest scandals; there were chairs straight up in a row that still looked starchy, critical, acid, like antiquated dowagers; there were a few isolated, single chairs, close to the table, that spoke of gourmands intent on the most recherche dishes, and others overturned on the floor, that spoke volumes on the subject of my Lord Grenville's cellars. — Emmuska Orczy

My wits supply, sir, what my sword cannot always command. — Emmuska Orczy

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end ... — Baroness Orczy

You call him treacherous now, but you loved him once.' 'It is because I loved him once,' she rejoined earnestly, 'that I call him treacherous now. — Emmuska Orczy

There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice. — Baroness Orczy

She would keep him, keep his love, deserve it and cherish it, for this much was certain, that there was no longer any happiness possible for her without that one man's love. — Emmuska Orczy

She, at least, ought to have known that he was wearing a mask, and having found that out, she should have torn it from his face, whenever they were alone together ... Her love for him had been paltry and weak, easily crushed by her own pride — Emmuska Orczy

It does seem simple, doesn't it?' she said, with a final bitter attempt at flippancy, 'when you want to kill a chicken ... you take hold of it ... then you wring its neck ... it's only the chicken who does not find it quite so simple. Now you hold a knife at my throat, and a hostage for my obedience ... You find it simple ... I don't — Emmuska Orczy

Among the hard lessons which varying Fortune teaches to those whom she most neglects, there is none so useful as self-control. — Emmuska Orczy

Suddenly ... a sound ... the strangest, undoubtedly, that these lonely cliffs of France had ever heard, broke the silent solemnity of the shore. So strange a sound was it that the gentle breeze ceased to murmur, the tiny pebbles to roll down the steep incline! So strange, that Marguerite, wearied, overwrought as she was, thought that the beneficial unconsciousness of the approach of death was playing her half-sleeping senses a weird and elusive trick. It was the sound of a good, solid, absolutely British Damn! — Emmuska Orczy

Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat! — Emmuska Orczy

We seek him here, we seek him there, Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in heaven? - Is he in hell? That damned, elusive Pimpernel? — Emma Orczy

... in joy he will invariably dance; when he is in love he will dance, for the czardas helps him to explain to the girl he loves exactly what he feels for her. And she understands. One czardas will reveal to a Hungarian village maid the state of her lover's heart far more clearly than do all the whisperings behind hedges in more civilized lands. — Emmuska Orczy

Mr Jellyband was indeed a typical rural John Bull of those days
the days when our prejudiced insularity was at its height, when to an Englishman, be he lord, yeoman, or peasant, the whole of the continent of Europe was a den of immorality and the rest of the world an unexploited land of savages and cannibals. — Emmuska Orczy

Had he but turned back then, and looked out once more on to the rose-lit garden, she would have seen that which would have made her own sufferings seem but light and easy to bear
a strong man, overwhelmed with his own passion and despair. Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless. He was but a man madly, blindly, passionately in love and as soon as her light footstep had died away within the house, he knelt down upon the terrace steps, and in the very madness of his love he kissed one by one the places where her small foot had trodden, and the stone balustrade, where her tiny hand had rested last. — Emmuska Orczy