A marriage is no amusement but a solemn act, and generally a sad one.
Affairs go on, and all will take some shape or other, but it keeps one in hot water all the time.
An ugly baby is a very nasty object, and the prettiest is frightful when undressed.
Being pregnant is an occupational hazard of being a wife.
For a man to strike any women is most brutal, and I, as well as everyone else, think this far worse than any attempt to shoot, which, wicked as it is, is at least more comprehensible and more courageous.
Great events make me quiet and calm; it is only trifles that irritate my nerves.
His purity was too great, his aspiration too high for this poor, miserable world! His great soul is now only enjoying that for which it was worthy!
I am every day more convinced that we women, if we are to be good women, feminine and amiable and domestic, are not fitted to reign; at least it is they that drive themselves to the work which it entails.
I don’t dislike babies, though I think very young ones rather disgusting.
I feel sure that no girl would go to the altar if she knew all.
I positively think that ladies who are always enceinte quite disgusting; it is more like a rabbit or guinea-pig than anything else and really it is not very nice.
I think people really marry far too much; it is such a lottery after all, and for a poor woman a very doubtful happiness.
I would venture to warn against too great intimacy with artists as it is very seductive and a little dangerous.
Men never think, at least seldom think, what a hard task it is for us women to go through this very often. God’s will be done, and if He decrees that we are to have a great number of children why we must try to bring them up as useful and exemplary members of society.
Move Queen Anne? Most certainly not! Why it might some day be suggested that my statue should be moved, which I should much dislike.
Never can I forget how beautiful my darling looked lying there with his face lit up by the rising sun, his eyes unusually bright gazing as it were on unseen objects and not taking notice of me. I stood up, kissed his dear heavenly forehead and called out in a bitter agonizing cry: ‘Oh! my dear darling!’, and then dropped on my knees in mute, distracted despair unable to utter a word or shed a tear.
None of you can ever be proud enough of being the child of SUCH a Father who has not his equal in this world — so great, so good, so faultless. Try, all of you, to follow in his footsteps and don’t be discouraged, for to be really in everything like him none of you, I am sure, will ever be. Try, therefore, to be like him in some points, and you will have acquired a great deal.
Oh, that peace may come.
Please understand that there is no one depressed in this house; we are not interested in the possibilities of defeat; they do not exist.
Since it has pleased Providence to place me in this station, I shall do my utmost to fulfil my duty towards my country; I am very young and perhaps in many, though not in all things, inexperienced, but I am sure that very few have more real good will and more real desire to do what is fit and right than I have.
The courtyard and the streets were crammed when we went to the Ball, and the anxiety of the people to see poor stupid me was very great, and I must say I am quite touched by it, and feel proud, which I always have done, of my country and of the English nation.”
The important thing is not what they think of me, but what I think of them.
The poor fatherless baby of eight months is now the utterly broken-hearted and crushed widow of forty-two!
My life as a happy one is ended! the world is gone for me! If I must live on (and I will do nothing to make me worse than I am), it is henceforth for our poor fatherless children — for my unhappy country, which has lost all in losing him — and in only doing what I know and feel he would wish.
The Queen is most anxious to enlist every one who can speak or write to join in checking this mad, wicked folly of “Woman’s Rights”, with all its attendant horrors, on which her poor feeble sex is bent, forgetting every sense of womanly feeling and propriety.
Today is my eighteenth birthday! How old! and yet how far am I from being what I should be. I shall from this day take the firm resolution to study with renewed assiduity, to keep my attention always well fixed on whatever I am about, and to strive to become every day less trifling and more fit for what, if Heaven wills it, I’m some day to be.
We are not interested in the possibilities of defeat; they do not exist.
We placed the wreaths upon the splendid granite sarcophagus, and at its feet, and felt that only the earthly robe we loved so much was there. The pure, tender, loving spirit which loved us so tenderly, is above us — loving us, praying for us, and free from all suffering and woe — yes, that is a comfort, and that first birthday in another world must have been a far brighter one than any in this poor world below!
When I think of a merry, happy, free young girl — and look at the ailing, aching state a young wife generally is doomed to — which you can’t deny is the penalty of marriage.