Opening her eyes again, and seeing her husband’s face across the table, she leaned forward to give it a pat on the cheek, and sat down to supper, declaring it to be the best face in the world. ~ Our Mutual Friend
Our Mutual Friend Quotes
It was a foggy day
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither. ~ Our Mutual Friend
Give me a moment
“Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It’s so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.” ~ Our Mutual Friend
“No man knows till the
“No man knows till the time comes, what depths are within him. To some men it never comes; let them rest and be thankful! To me, you brought it; on me, you forced it; and the bottom of this raging sea,” striking himself upon the breast, “has been heaved up ever since.” ~ Our Mutual Friend
“It is, as Mr. Rokesmith
“It is, as Mr. Rokesmith says, a matter of feeling, but Lor how many matters ARE matters of feeling!” ~ Our Mutual Friend
“I have made up my
“I have made up my mind that I must have money, Pa. I feel that I can’t beg it, borrow it, or steal it; and so I have resolved that I must marry it.” ~ Our Mutual Friend
“This reminds me, Godmother, to
“This reminds me, Godmother, to ask you a serious question. You are as wise as wise can be (having been brought up by the fairies), and you can tell me this: Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?” ~ Our Mutual Friend
No One is Useless in this World
“No one is useless in this world,” retorted the Secretary, “who lightens the burden of it for any one else.” ~ Our Mutual Friend
“I cannot help it; reason
“I cannot help it; reason has nothing to do with it; I love her against reason–but who would as soon love me for my own sake, as she would love the beggar at the corner.” ~ Our Mutual Friend
But, for all that, they
But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply. ~ Our Mutual Friend





