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
Our Mutual Friend Quotes
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
Her heart is given him
“Her heart–is given him, with all its love and truth. She would joyfully die with him, or, better than that, die for him. She knows he has failings, but she thinks they have grown up through his being like one cast away, for the want of something to trust in, and care for, and think well of.” ~ Our Mutual Friend