R.D. Blackmore Quotes

Knowing Master Huckaback to be a man of his word, as well as one who would have others so, I was careful to be in good time the next morning ...

There was power all around, that power and that goodness, which make us come, as it were, outside our bodily selves, to share them. Over and beside us breathes the joy of hope and promise; under foot are troubles past; in the distance bowering newness tempts us ever forward. We quicken with largesse of life, and spring with vivid mystery.

But whatever lives or dies, business must be attended to; and the principal business of good Christians is, beyond all controversy, to fight with one another.

It seemed to me that if the lawyers failed to do their duty, they ought to pay people for waiting upon them, instead of making them pay for it.

Take to the study of the law. Possession is nine points of it, which thou hast of me. Self-possession is the tenth ...

'Curio vult advisari,' as the lawyers say; which means, 'Let us have another glass, and then we can think about it.'

Because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing?

Now let us bandy words no more ... nothing is easier than sharp words, except to wish them unspoken.

I cannot go through all my thoughts, so as to make them clear to you, nor have I ever dwelt on things, to shape a story of them. I know not where the beginning was, nor where the middle ought to be, nor even how at the present time I feel, or think, or ought to think. If I look for help to those around me, who should tell me right and wrong (being older and much wiser), I meet sometimes with laughter, and at other times with anger...
...I think; and nothing ever comes of it. Nothing, I mean, which I can grasp, and have with any surety; nothing but faint images, and wonderment, and wandering...
...Often too I wonder at the odds of fortune, which made me (helpless as I am, and fond of peace, and reading), the heiress of this mad domain...
...You must be tired of this story, and the time I take to think, and the weariness of my telling; but my life from day to day shows so little variance. Among the riders there is none whose safe return I watch for- I mean none more than any other- and indeed there seems no risk...

It is sweet to see how soon a spring becomes a rill, and a rill runs on into a rivulet, and a rivulet swells into a brook; and before one has time to say 'what are you at?' - before the first tree it ever spoke to is a dummy, or the first hill it ever ran down has turned blue, here we all have airs and graces, demands and assertions of a full grown river.

The love of all things was upon me, and a softness to them all, and a sense of having something even such as they had.

But a sigh is not (like a yawn) infectious; and we are all more prone to be sent to sleep than to sorrow by one another.

May be we are not such fools as we look. But though we be, we are well content, so long as we may be two fools together.

Either love me not at all, or as I love you, for ever.

It is the manner of all good boys to be careless of apparel, and take no pride in adornment