something rotten in the state of nj

"I don't want to interfere with your writing."

"There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity."
beatonna:

dang this 1855 book on manners is harsh on the good ol’ American Way Of Sitting

beatonna:

dang this 1855 book on manners is harsh on the good ol’ American Way Of Sitting

We go to Nature for comfort in trouble, and sympathy in joy, only in books. Admiration of those beauties of the inanimate world, which modern poetry so largely and so eloquently describes, is not, even in the best of us, one of the original instincts of our nature. As children, we none of us possess it. No uninstructed man or woman possesses it. Those whose lives are most exclusively passed amid the ever-changing wonders of sea and land are also those who are most universally insensible to every aspect of Nature not directly associated with the human interest of their calling. Our capacity of appreciating the beauties of the earth we live on is, in truth, one of the civilised accomplishments which we all learn as an Art; and, more, that very capacity is rarely practised by any of us except when our minds are most indolent and most unoccupied.

-The Woman in White

She wished him very well; but he gave her pain, and his welfare twenty miles off would administer most satisfaction.

-Emma

“One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.”

-Emma, Emma

Harriet was one of those, who, having once begun, would be always in love.

-Emma

Human nature is so well disposed towards those who are in interesting situations, that a young person, who either marries or dies, is sure of being kindly spoken of.

-Emma

“Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise.”

-Emma, Emma

I daresay it was very wrong and very discreditable to listen, but where is the woman, in the whole range of our sex, who can regulate her actions by the abstract principles of honour, when those principles point one way, and when her affections, and the interests which grow out of them, point the other?

-Marian, The Woman in White