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The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared.
Wilkie Collins
Over and over again in my past experience among my perishing fellow-creatures, the members of the notoriously infidel profession of Medicine had stepped between me and my mission of mercyon the miserable pretence that the patient wanted quiet, and that the disturbing influence of all others which they most dreaded, was the influence of Miss Clack and her Books.
Wilkie Collins
Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs. Vesey SAT through life.
Wilkie Collins
The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.
Wilkie Collins
Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.
Wilkie Collins
Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
Wilkie Collins
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(About Service)
Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.
("The Woman in White")
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The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared.
Wilkie Collins
Over and over again in my past experience among my perishing fellow-creatures, the members of the notoriously infidel profession of Medicine had stepped between me and my mission of mercyon the miserable pretence that the patient wanted quiet, and that the disturbing influence of all others which they most dreaded, was the influence of Miss Clack and her Books.
Wilkie Collins
Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs. Vesey SAT through life.
Wilkie Collins
The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.
Wilkie Collins
Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.
Wilkie Collins
Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
Wilkie Collins