Of all faults the one she most despised in others was the want of bravery; the meanness of heart which leads to untruth.
Elizabeth GaskellAll the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.
Elizabeth GaskellThere was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.
Elizabeth Gaskell