Mass Quotes #18: Defoe, Robinson, Fielding, & Stowe

January 4, 2011 at 14:01 (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , )

Well, says the mother, then there’s one Son lost; and she said it in a very mournful Tone, as one greatly concern’d at it.
I hope not Madam, says Robin, no Man is lost, when a good Wife has found him.
– Daniel Defoe, Moll Flanders

So certainly does interest banish all manner of Affection, and so naturally do Men give up Honour and Justice, Humanity, and even Christianity, to secure themselves.
– Daniel Defoe, Moll Flanders

I was here wonderfully Caress’d; had abundance of Admirers, and such as call’d themselves Lovers; but I found not one fair Proposal among them all; as for their common Design, that I understood too well to be drawn into any more Snares of that Kind: The Case was alter’d with me, I had Money in my Pocket, and had nothing to say to them: I had been tricked once by that cheat call’d LOVE, but the Game was over; I was resolv’d now to be Married or Nothing, and to be well Married or not at all.
– Daniel Defoe, Moll Flanders

Thus my Pride, not my Principle, my Money, not my Virtue, kept me Honest.
– Daniel Defoe, Moll Flanders

He held this post for two years, when, as he was returning from some business in Spokane, his mortal and professional careers ended in a spectacular derailment.
– Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

He would pick up eggshells, a bird’s wing, a jawbone, the ashy fragment of a wasp’s nest. He would peer at them with the most absolute attention, and then put them in his pockets, where he kept his jack-knife and his loose change. He would peer at them as if he could read them. This is death in my hand, this is ruin in my breast pocket, where I keep my reading glasses.
– Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

Time that had not come yet—an anomaly in itself—had the fiercest reality for her. It was a hard wind in her face; if she had made the world, every tree would be bent, every stone weathered, every bough stripped by that steady and contrary wind. Lucille saw in everything its potential for invidious change. She wanted worsted mittens, brown oxfords, red rubber boots. Ruffles wilted, sequins fell, satin was impossible to clean.
– Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

O Love, what monstrous tricks dost thou plan with thy Votaries of both Sexes! How dost thou deceive them, and make them deceive themselves! Their follies are thy Delight! Their sighs make thee laugh, and their Pangs are thy Merriment!
– Henry Fielding, Joseph Andrews

No tear dropped over that pillow; in such straits as these, the heart has no tears to give,—it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
– Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

Here he turned to the rough trundle-bed full of little wooly heads, and broke fairly down. He leaned over the back of the chair, and covered his face with his large hands. Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chair, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor: just such tears, sir, as you dropped into the coffin of your first-born son; such tears, woman, as you shed when you heard the cries of your dying babe. For, sir, he was a man,—as you are but another man. And, woman, though dressed in silk and jewels, you are but a woman, and, in life’s great straights and mighty griefs, ye feel but one sorrow!
– Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

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