EBOOK QUOTES FROM PARKER ***
Produced by David Widger
QUOTES AND IMAGES FROM THE WORKS OF GILBERT PARKER
THE WORKS OF GILBERT PARKER
A human life he held to be a trifle in
the big sum of time
A heart-break for that kind is their
salvation
A man may be forgiven for a sin, but
the effect remains
A look too bright for joy, too intense
for despair
A sort of chuckle not entirely pleasant
A man you could bank on, and draw your
interest reg'lar
A left-handed boy is all right in the
world
A cloak of words to cover up the real
thought behind
Aboriginal in all of us, who must have
a sign for an emotion
Aboriginal dispersion
Adaptability was his greatest weapon in
life
Advantage to live where nothing was
required of her but truth
After which comes steady happiness or
the devil to pay (wedding)
Agony in thinking about the things
we're never going to do
Ah, let it be soon! Ah, let him die
soon!
Air of certainty and universal
comprehension
All humour in him had a strain of the
sardonic
All genius is at once a blessing or a
curse
All the world's mad but thee and me
All men are worse than most women
All is fair where all is foul
All he has to do is to be vague, and
look prodigious (Scientist)
All are hurt some time
Always hoping the best from the worst
of us
Always calling to something, for
something outside ourselves
An inner sorrow is a consuming fire
And even envy praised her
Anger was the least injurious of all
grounds for separation
Answered, with the indifference of
despair
Antipathy of the lesser to the greater
nature
Antipathy of the man in the wrong to
the man in the right
As if our penalties were only paid by
ourselves!
At first--and at the last--he was kind
Ate some coffee-beans and drank some
cold water
Audience that patronisingly listens
outside a room or window
Awkward for your friends and gratifying
to your enemies
Babbling covers a lot of secrets
Bad turns good sometimes, when you know
the how
Begin to see how near good is to evil
Beginning of a lifetime of experience,
comedy, and tragedy
Being tired you can sleep, and in sleep
you can forget
Being generous with other people's
money
Being young, she exaggerated the
importance of the event
Being a man of very few ideas, he
cherished those he had
Beneath it all there was a little touch
of ridicule
Boldness without rashness, and hope
without vain thinking
But I don't think it is worth doing
twice
But to pay the vulgar penalty of
prison--ah!
But a wounded spirit who can bear
But the years go on, and friends have
an end
Came of a race who set great store by
mothers and grandmothers
Carrying with him the warm atmosphere
of a good woman's love
Cherish any alleviating lie
Clever men are trying
Cling to beliefs long after conviction
has been shattered
Confidence in a weak world gets
unearned profit often
Conquest not important enough to
satisfy ambition
Counsel of the overwise to go jolting
through the soul
Courage which awaits the worst the
world can do
Courage; without which, men are as the
standing straw
Credulity, easily transmutable into
superstition
Damnable propinquity
Dangerous man, as all enthusiasts are
Death is not the worst of evils
Death is a magnificent ally; it
untangles knots
Delicate revenge which hath its hour
with every man
Did not let him think that she was
giving up anything for him
Do what you feel you've got to do, and
never mind what happens
Does any human being know what he can
bear of temptation
Don't go at a fence till you're sure of
your seat
Don't be a bigger fool than there's any
need to be
Don't be too honest
Down in her heart, loves to be mastered
Duplicity, for which she might never
have to ask forgiveness
Each of us will prove himself a fool
given perfect opportunity
Egotism with which all are diseased
Egregious egotism of young love there
are only two identities
Engrossed more, it seemed, in the
malady than in the man
Enjoy his own generosity
Even bad company's better than no
company at all
Every true woman is a mother, though
she have no child
Every man should have laws of his own
Every shot that kills ricochets
Evil is half-accidental, half-natural
Face flushed with a sort of pleasurable
defiance
Fascinating colour which makes evil
appear to be good
Fear a woman are when she hates, and
when she loves
Fear of one's own wife is the worst
fear in the world
Flood came which sweeps away the rust
that gathers in the eyes
Follow me; if I retreat, kill me; if I
fall, avenge me
For a man having work to do, woman,
lovely woman, is rocks
Freedom is the first essential of the
artistic mind
Frenchman, volatile, moody, chivalrous,
unreasonable
Frenchman, slave of ideas, the victim
of sentiment
Friendship means a giving and a getting
Futility of goodness, the futility of
all
Future of those who will not see,
because to see is to suffer
Good fathers think they have good
daughters
Good is often an occasion more than a
condition
Good thing for a man himself to be owed
kindness
Grove of pines to give a sense of
warmth in winter
Grow more intense, more convinced, more
thorough, as they talk
Had the luck together, all kinds and
all weathers
Had the slight flavour of the superior
and the paternal
Had got unreasonably old
Have not we all something to hide--with
or without shame?
Have you ever felt the hand of your own
child in yours
He had neither self-consciousness nor
fear
He admired, yet he wished to be admired
He hated irony in anyone else
He was not always sorry when his
teasing hurt
He felt things, he did not study them
He was in fact not a philosopher, but a
sentimentalist
He had only made of his wife an
incident in his life
He didn't always side with the majority
He does not love Pierre; but he does
not pretend to love him
He was strong enough to admit ignorance
He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the
street
He had had acquaintances, but never
friendships, and never loves
He had no instinct for vice in the name
of amusement
He left his fellow-citizens very much
alone
He never saw an insult unless he
intended to avenge it
He had tasted freedom; he was near to
license
He borrowed no trouble
He wishes to be rude to some one, and
is disappointed
He's a barber-shop philosopher
Heaven where wives without number
awaited him
Her sight was bounded by the little
field where she strayed
Her voice had the steadiness of despair
Her stronger soul ruled him without his
knowledge
Her own suffering always set her
laughing at herself
Highsterics, they call it
His courtesy was not on the same
expansive level as his vanity
His duties were many, or he made them
so
His gift for lying was inexpressible
Honesty was a thing he greatly
desired--in others
How little we can know to-day what we
shall feel tomorrow
How can one force one's heart? No, no!
One has to wait
How many sons have ever added to their
father's fame?
How many conquests have been made in
the name of God
How can you judge the facts if you
don't know the feeling?
Hugging the chain of denial to his
bosom
Hunger for happiness is robbery
I love that love in which I married him
I was never good at catechism
I said I was not falling in love--I am
in love
I am only myself when I am drunk
I have a good memory for forgetting
I don't wish to fit in; things must fit
me
I like when I like, and I like a lot
when I like
I always did what was wrong, and liked
it--nearly always
I should remember to forget it
I don't believe in walking just for the
sake of walking
I don't think.
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