Imogen Hermes Gowar Quotes

We live in a modern age, sir: the things that are wrought may be quite a extraordinary as those that are found.

The stories are of men who, walking on the shore, hear sweet voices far away, see a soft white back turned to them, and - heedless of looming clouds and creaking winds - forget their children's hands and the click of their wives' needles, all for the sake of the half-seen face behind a tumble of gale-tossed greenish hair.

For what is she, but a spare daughter?

All cats are grey with the candles out.

I am cognisant, as those gentlemen are not, that all pleasures have their cost.

She is such a conduit of rage, it is a wonder she does not catch alight.

As to her education..." says Angelica.
"'Tis done," says Mrs Lippard. "Her school could do no more for her."
"I learned nothing," growls Sukie.
"You read every book they had."
"If I had known there were so few, I would have read slower.

For they apprehend that before them, pulled up to the fullest of her height, stands a true and haughty whore of the first water. And they cannot think what to do.

Touch me again with your speaking. The hectic crowded feeling of being: I would drink it all in. Brimming with things that swell, and make me flip over on myself: elation and jealousy and spasms of love.

where horizon to horizon is spanned by shifting twinkling faithless water, a wave humps its back and turns over with a sigh, and sends its salted whispering to Mr Hancock's ear.

For mermaids are the most unnatural of creatures and their hearts are empty of love.

And a man of nobility is always such in his soul, however he may fall; and a man of humble sort is always such in his soul, however he may rise.

This is, however, the age of unlikely ascents.

A man who is pleased to collect up the pins as he strips her is a rare jewel.

First I sink,
Then I trickle,
Then I rush.
I am here; and here; and here. I touch this surface and also that.
I mingle, I quiver with a thousand voices, and all these voices my own. I am a great tumble of motion which torrents all in unison.
And learning and knowing are the same, and I am a mite, and we are all the space allowed to us.
And if I am made of grief, well! Here is joy, and if I am made a fury, here is peace. Rush, rush, we rush, a sparkling stream through rock and moss, deep in the cold stone of the earth. No daylight here, no dying breaths to catch up. We rush young and bright, and ever-widening, and these bitter atoms are lost in new-minted freshness. We hasten, hasten, onward to the boundless sea.

And yours is what is called a house of ill repute.'
'Nobody calls my house that. I have an excellent reputation.

I cry out and there is a dull nothing.